Homeland s07e06 Episode Script
Species Jump
1 [Saul.]
Previously on Homeland [camera shutter clicking.]
[monitor beeping erratically.]
Sir, you better look at this.
[woman on TV.]
the first to report the story - along with an image - Oh, Christ.
The photo has been circulating on social media.
- What the fuck is this? - No, no, no, no.
This is bullshit.
I just talked to the hospital.
The kid's in recovery.
He's fine.
See the story about JJ Elkins dying unattended in the hospital? What do you know about Yevgeny Gromov? Well, maybe he's turned his considerable skills against the United States.
If Brett O'Keefe wasn't responsible for the fake news, we need to consider the possibility it originated overseas.
So we're gonna blame the Russians for this, too.
I'm talking about information warfare.
Andy? Aah! Aah! Stop! Last week, you brought $50,000 in cash to Hazelton, West Virginia, yes or no? [gasps.]
That 50 grand was payment to murder General McClendon in prison, yes or no? [exhales deeply.]
[cellphone rings and buzzes.]
Hey.
I really need to see you.
Are you home? I should be home in about 45 minutes.
- You wanna meet me there? - Yeah, that's great.
Okay, see you soon.
[Carrie.]
Tell me we got it.
Yeah, but something fucked is happening.
Well, of course it is.
Two bugs don't blow on one-- Forget the bugs.
It's worse than that.
Watch the tape.
You okay? You sounded upset on the phone.
I'm fine.
Is there any point where she says, "I got jumped in the dark and we need $100,000?" No.
- What the fuck? - [Simone gasping on monitor.]
[Keane.]
He saved our lives.
[Carrie.]
Yeah.
What was his name? [Brody.]
Carrie, you're not yourself.
[Carrie.]
But 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.
[Josie groans.]
Franny! Franny! [door creaks.]
- Franny, now! - She's coming.
[breathing heavily.]
- You have your permission slip? - Yep.
Tell Miss Casey you need another copy of the math packet.
- I told her.
- Well, tell her again.
Where's your permission slip? I have it.
- [horn honks.]
- Keep your pants on! - Wow.
- He needs to relax.
- Just give me the bag.
- Hey, hey, hey, hug.
Mm, mm.
Have fun.
- [door opens.]
- Oh, Snowflake.
[exhales deeply.]
[vehicle departs.]
- [sips.]
- [door opens.]
- Anything? - He's out of yogurt.
[sighing.]
- Did you get any sleep? - Not much.
Look, I was wondering, is it possible they know about the surveillance? - I don't think so.
- You sure about that? They go out on a walk or anything? Mnh-mnh.
And no long talks in the bathroom with the water running either.
[Simone on monitor.]
I don't want to go to work.
- She's leaving.
- Me neither.
Yeah, you do.
Go take your victory lap with the President.
You deserve it.
- See you later.
- [Simone laughs.]
Maybe she's too scared to tell him.
Maybe she's afraid that she screwed up, blew his cover.
- David, your car is here! - She doesn't act scared.
- Tell him I'll be right out.
- Plus why call him right after she gets jumped? Why go running - right into his arms? I - I don't know.
I mean, does that look like a woman who has to come up with $100,000 in two days? [doorbell ringing on monitor.]
[door opens on monitor.]
- [door creaks.]
- You're not gonna believe this.
- I just got served.
- What? - It's a subpoena.
- You're kidding.
For what? - The Senate Judiciary Committee.
- [door creaks closed.]
Un-fucking-believable.
10 AM tomorrow.
What do I do? Come on.
I'll drop you at work.
We'll-- we'll call Todd from the car.
He'll know a good lawyer.
David.
I'm frightened.
Yeah, well, don't be.
It's just Paley on a fishing expedition.
He's got nothing.
[keys jingle on monitor.]
- Are you sure? - I am positive.
Everything's gonna be fine.
I promise.
Come on.
- Oh, shit.
- Wait, what are you doing? Calling Dante.
He has to know.
Know what? What are you gonna say? That Simone's behavior is not at all what we expected.
We can't let Paley question her before we figure out what the hell is going on.
No, I mean, what are you gonna say about how we know about her behavior? Carrie, you can't tell him about the surveillance.
Okay, for the sake of argument, why not? Because he's FBI.
Because we're breaking about ten federal laws - with those cameras there.
- But-- No! Okay.
What? We [sighs.]
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? [tense music playing.]
And then something happened that blew our collective minds.
October 4, 1957-- can anybody tell me what that was? I'll give you a hint.
America's strategic bomber force was suddenly deemed vulnerable, sitting ducks on the ground.
Anybody? [indistinct whispering.]
Sputnik.
That's right.
Sputnik.
On that day, the Soviet Union launched the first satellite into space.
It was barely bigger than a basketball, but it was visible at night, sliding across the sky like a twinkling star.
Americans soon learned it had been boosted out of the Earth's atmosphere by a rocket that could also deliver a nuclear warhead.
Full blown panic set in.
Edward Teller went on television, calling it "a defeat greater than Pearl Harbor.
" Billions of dollars would have to be spent on defense and fast.
By late 1959, my old outfit, the CIA, estimated the Soviet ICBM force at 3,000.
Holy shit.
3,000 missiles on their launchpads aimed right at us.
Turns out we were a little off in our calculations.
Later we found out the actual number was four.
Four missiles, one of them operational, probably.
- [school bell rings.]
- Next week, we'll talk about the shooting down of a U-2 spy plane over central Russia and how for the first time in the history of the United States, millions of Americans understood their President could lie to them in the name of National Security.
[door creaks open, indistinct conversations.]
[Saul.]
Hey, Sandy.
Saul.
Still banging the drum, I see.
No one's gonna understand how we fucked up terrorism if they don't understand that we fucked up the Cold War.
Buy you a cup of coffee? If you insist.
[indistinct conversations, bell tolling.]
[Saul.]
So, you were saying? About Allison Carr the day you were fired.
Thrown out of the building, you mean.
I did not go quietly, Saul.
- I heard.
- You know what she said? She said, "You're not a team player.
" A team player.
As if I didn't know the real reason.
She wanted the Russia desk for herself.
She wanted the whole damn division, Saul-- your job, too.
You were in love with her, I suppose.
Suppose I was.
Textbook honey trap.
You, of all people, to fall for that.
Meanwhile, she lined us all up in a row so she could - crawl right over our backs.
- I'm sorry.
I should've protected you better.
Little late for an apology, don't you think? What do you want? Yevgeny Gromov.
- What about him? - Where is he? How should I know? He's MIA.
Has been for the last few years.
Speculate.
Well, he might've died, of course.
Sometimes the simplest explanation - is the easiest to overlook.
- Ivan Krupin doesn't think - he's dead.
- Ivan, you've seen Ivan.
Of course you have.
How is my favorite handsome hood? [chuckles.]
Hiding something.
How I would have loved to have done his debrief.
It should've been you.
Banished to the halls of academia by then, I'm afraid.
Might be a second bite at the apple.
- What do you mean? - Lucasville.
Fake news that sparked the massacre.
Oh, now I see it.
And you think that was Yevgeny's handiwork.
I do.
And you want me to help find him? - I do.
- Mm.
Why should I? Anybody else would be my second choice.
[horn blares.]
[siren wailing in distance.]
[tense music playing.]
[door creaks.]
[lock clicks.]
Hello? Mr.
Cornwell, welcome.
The stagers won't be here till next week, but your message said you were in a hurry.
Leaving tonight? Charlotte.
It's me, Ivan.
- Don't be alarmed, okay? - Ivan, you-- - [grunts.]
- That wasn't very nice, was it? [grunting.]
- [panting.]
- Now listen.
What the hell are you doing? You shouldn't be here.
You shouldn't be anywhere near here.
- Be quiet and listen.
- No, you listen.
You will go now.
You will not blow my cover - if you haven't already.
- Your cover is safe.
You don't know that.
You're still under FBI surveillance.
Which is why there are two agents sitting in a fucking campground in Grand Teton National Park waiting for me to return from a backpacking trip.
That changes nothing! You've broken protocol.
You were not to be reactivated until next year at the earliest.
I have an urgent situation.
No situation is urgent enough to risk the entire network.
This one is.
I need to speak to Yevgeny.
- Yevgeny? - Gromov.
Charlotte, don't play dumb.
I know he's here.
So do the Americans.
Set it up.
[exhales deeply.]
[indistinct conversations.]
- Um, a word, Senator.
- David.
Maybe we could just step aside for a minute? Uh let's do it here.
I'm a big believer in open government.
[chuckles.]
You're wasting your time.
- You know that, don't you? - Always a possibility.
No, I mean it.
Simone doesn't know anything, because there is nothing to know.
Scout's honor? At least have the professional courtesy to leave my personal life out of this.
You mean the same courtesy you've extended me? Your committee is investigating the President, Senator.
It is hardly the same thing.
Nobody at the White House is impugning your wife or your children.
I'm only following the evidence where it leads.
Evidence? What evidence? This is a civilian we're talking about.
She is so far outside the scope of the inquiry, it is laughable.
I don't think you know her as well as you think you do.
And what's that supposed to mean? I guess we'll find out tomorrow, won't we? Sam.
Don't do this.
It's beneath you.
One thing I will say for you, David, you've always had excellent manners, even when obstructing justice.
[crickets chirping.]
[Wellington.]
What about the Palestinian guy? Couple of months ago? [Simone.]
My donor? Fadi al-Bashir? You spent a lot of time with him.
You think he was expecting some kind of quid pro quo? Are you suggesting that I'm peddling influence or that I'm too naive to realize that the only compelling thing about me is you? That's not what I was saying.
I don't offer people access to you.
Simone, my point is, you're gonna have to think about-- I know.
I gotta think about all the contacts.
Thank you.
I got that.
The lawyer brought it up.
I spent all afternoon making notes.
Eat.
I ordered too much food.
[utensils clattering.]
- [exhales deeply.]
- [line ringing.]
[woman.]
Hello? Janet, it's Carrie Mathison.
Carrie! I've been meaning to call you.
What an incredible turn of events, huh? - Yeah, it's all pretty shocking.
- Your FBI guy was incredible.
I was a doubter.
You're gonna have to forgive me.
- You really brought it home.
- No worries.
So what's next? Are you bringing her to the Committee? We're seeing her tomorrow.
Just Paley and staff and the lawyers.
We'll see if she's willing to testify against Wellington.
Any chance I can get into that session? Oh.
God, uh I don't know.
Paley can be really prickly about these things.
- Janet.
- He's so grateful for what you did and I know he's gonna wanna debrief with you, - but it's a delicate s-- - You have none of this without me, and I know the case in way more detail than you do.
I just wanna sit in the back and-- and make sure - we're not missing anything.
- [sighs.]
Let me talk to the Senator.
I'll call you back.
[sighs.]
- construction thing at work.
- The entire building? - They're tearing it down.
- Well, how are you gonna work with that kind of noise going on all day long? I don't know.
We're gonna be breathing construction dust for three months, and I told Hector that we need to get - a temporary office space.
- All right.
Who the fuck are you? [exhales.]
[tense music playing.]
[lock clicks.]
[siren wailing in distance.]
[beeping, door unlocks.]
[door creaks.]
[switch clicking.]
- Perfect.
- [door creaks.]
When was the last time an actual human being - was in here? - [toilet flushes.]
[door creaks.]
Sandy, meet Clint.
He is the best information scientist at DARPA.
Clint, Sandy.
She's the Russia expert I was telling you about.
Oh, oh.
Hi.
Good to meet you.
So, uh, where-- where where is everybody? More coming.
But for now, we stay as small as we can for as long as we can.
- Fucking Janet.
- She's blowing you off.
Some bullshit about how it's the Senator who doesn't want anybody in the meeting, but it's her.
Simone is probably gonna take the Fifth, - and that'll be the end of it.
- If she's protecting Wellington, yeah, she's not gonna say anything, but if she's working for somebody else, maybe she drops a name.
You found nobody else in her contacts with any connection to McClendon? Frankly, I don't think you wanna be in there when Paley finds out - there's no connection - [cellphone chimes .]
between the murder and David Wellington.
Finally.
"Dirksen 525.
Figured if you came in late, the Senator couldn't object.
" [scoffs.]
I'll let you know what she says.
[footsteps depart.]
If you could take a look at these, they were pulled from security footage at Cumberland Cash and Loan, Cash Express, Hot Cash.
[door opens.]
[footsteps approach, door closes.]
And this is from a camera at Exit 29 at Route 68 West two and a half miles from the Hazelton Federal Penitentiary.
I believe that's your car.
[whispers.]
How did you get in here? I had to put a knife to Janet's throat to get a ticket to this thing.
[whispers.]
I'm Paley's new best friend.
[Janet.]
And this is a parking ticket-- Okay, I think we've got the point.
Ms.
Martin, conspiracy to commit murder carries a life sentence, you aware of that? Senator.
I wanna be sure she understands.
She paid someone to kill a general, it's a felony murder.
Were you delivering the money on your own behalf? My client is not gonna answer that question.
But you'll confirm that this is you in the photos? Let's talk about immunity.
Is she gonna tell us who sent her here? Immunity and material witness protection, which is going to require some assurances from the FBI and the Justice Department as well.
That's a pretty big ask for somebody in your position.
Do you think you'll be able to secure their cooperation? Ms.
Lichter, at some point we're gonna need to get a look under the hood.
[tense music playing.]
On March 30th, I was told to withdraw money from these places and leave it in Hazelton.
[Janet.]
Did you give it to someone? No, I, uh I went to a place off the Hazelton exit.
There was a specific mile marker on the side of the road.
And a few feet there into the woods, a boulder.
I took a bag with the money, like a sport bag, and I put it behind the boulder and I drove back to Washington.
[Janet.]
So you dropped $50,000 under a rock and drove away? And you never asked the individual who sent you there why you were going? Ms.
Martin, we need to know who this is, or we can all go home.
[whispers indistinctly.]
A government employee.
There's three million of us, ma'am.
That's not gonna generate the kind of immunity you're looking for.
A senior White House official.
[Paley.]
You mean David Wellington? Oh, the name comes when we've got a guarantee.
[lowered voice.]
Something isn't right.
[Janet.]
What kind of specifics are we talking about? Emails, texts, are you able to recount conversations? I kept notes of the conversations because I began to have concern about how secret he was acting.
- "He"? - No more questions - until we have an agreement.
- I need to talk to you.
Now.
[footsteps depart.]
[indistinct conversations.]
[door closes.]
- Simone is lying.
- What are you talking about? She's full of shit, and now she's lying to a Senator.
We have to pull the plug.
What the fuck are you talking about? - She is not a credible witness.
- How do you know that? [sighs.]
I just do.
Based on what? [sighs.]
I was trying to tell you the other night, something does not feel right.
Carrie, she's in there right now flipping on David Wellington.
- Exactly what we wanted.
- No, you are not listening.
I don't think Wellington's involved.
I think she's working - with someone else.
- Who? I don't know.
That's what we have to find out.
Hang on a second.
Just stop and think.
Now you're about to blow up a proffer session and tell the Chairman of the Senate Judiciary Committee it's because you have a bad feeling? They are this close to giving her immunity, which means they want her to testify in open hearing.
Open hearing! At that point, it doesn't matter if she's lying or not.
At that point, the damage to the Presidency is done.
And that is on us, Dante.
Our responsibility.
You eat anything today? Excuse me? How about sleep? Are you getting any lately? I know I've been pretty wired these last few days.
Do not pull this shit with me right now.
This is what you asked me to do.
This is exactly what - you asked me to do.
- This is not that.
Well, it sure as hell looks like it.
And you know what? I think you need to see a real doctor, not some guy slinging drugs out of the trunk of his car.
I don't know why I agreed to that in the first place.
- It's not right or safe.
- Dante - No.
- I'm fine.
Really.
Really? You're not.
- Let me take you home.
- I need to talk to Paley.
Then do it tomorrow.
Or the next day, when your head is straight.
Carrie You have to go home.
Okay.
Okay.
Maybe you're right.
I'm sorry.
I don't mean to be such a hard ass.
No.
It's fine.
Go back in.
I can take care of myself.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
Yeah, I'll go home.
I'll get your coat.
I wouldn't send Garber.
Secretary can't stand him, Vazquez thinks he's an idiot.
You're just making more work for yourself.
- You're probably right.
- [knock on door.]
I'm so sorry.
- Take a message.
- She said it's urgent.
[telephone ringing in distance.]
[sighs.]
Hey.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
I-I I didn't know what else to do.
You okay? Not really.
[sighs.]
I'm in a corner, Saul.
A bad corner.
You wanna walk a little? I'm cold.
Sure.
About a month ago, I ran into an old Bureau friend.
We had a couple drinks, got to talking, turns out, we shared a similar view about what was going on in the country.
- Not a fan of the President? - Nope.
Plus he had a line on evidence which indicated she was knowingly abusing her power.
Like what? Certain memos to DOJ.
He was part of the team interviewing everyone detained in the second wave of arrests.
[sighs.]
I opened a secret channel to Senator Paley.
Strange bedfellows, you and Paley.
Got everybody released, didn't we? You certainly helped.
Anyway, I thought that was the end of it.
But then General McClendon dropped dead in prison.
That's that's when things started getting really weird.
- How so? - Well We found out David Wellington's girlfriend was in Hazelton, West Virginia, with $50,000 the day before McClendon died.
- Carrie, come on.
- You don't believe me? She just agreed to appear in front of Paley's Committee.
- What do you mean just agreed? - Less than an hour ago, in a proffer session with her lawyer.
She's gonna testify against Wellington - in exchange for immunity.
- You realize if even a shred - of this is true-- - It's not true, Saul.
That's what I'm trying to tell you.
But she's gonna swear to it anyway.
- Why? - I don't know.
I-I only know she's lying.
About the money or about Wellington? Both, I'd say, but definitely about Wellington.
He is innocent.
That is confirmed.
How can you be so sure? Because I've been watching him for the past week, Saul.
I'm up in his home.
The guy had nothing to do with it.
- Believe me.
- Back up a second.
You've got surveillance on David Wellington? On whose authority? Saul, please.
Can you just-- can you just - go with me for a minute? - Go with you? No, I can't just go with you.
You understand the position - this puts me in? - Yes, I do.
In a position to save the President and possibly the republic.
- Oh, for fuck's sake.
- I'm serious, Saul.
[breathing heavily.]
At least help me figure this out before you sell me down the river.
You may not like my methods, but if it wasn't Wellington, then somebody else took a hit out on General McClendon.
The question is who.
Well? [sighs.]
Well, I think you just answered your own question.
How? [sighs.]
If you're right, whoever's bankrolling this woman also wants McClendon's murder pinned on the White House.
So she was supposed to get caught? Is that what you're saying? She was supposed to testify - in front of the Committee? - Is it so far-fetched? Weren't you and your FBI friend interested in just this outcome? What's his name again? Dante.
Dante Allen.
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? [tense music playing.]
- He did.
Dante did.
- You say you're old friends, the two of you just bumped into each other by chance? When was this? [voice breaking.]
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.
- A breath? Are you kidding? Jesus Christ.
It's just a theory at the moment.
No, the truth is ringing in my fucking ears.
- Listen to me.
- Jesus Christ! I know how this goes.
I'm CEO of that club.
You have to calm down now, pretend we never had this conversation.
What I need to do is nail that fucker.
Carrie, lay low, go out of town for a few days, I don't care.
Just don't communicate with him under any circumstances.
Why the hell not? Because I'm on to another situation.
I don't want you alerting anybody.
- What situation? - Can't say.
[inhales sharply.]
A Russian intelligence operation involving active measures against the President of the United States.
Wait.
Wait, you think Dante might be a part of that? You think I might be a part of that? I think you need to keep your head down until you hear from me.
Okay? Okay.
Okay, okay.
[door opens.]
[door closes.]
[birds chirping.]
He's here.
So, bring him out.
He wants inside.
[sighs.]
[sighs.]
Mm.
[laughing.]
Mm.
[grunts.]
[inhales and exhales deeply.]
The demonstrations in Richmond were heated, but they were not violent, and I am grateful for that.
I hope we can turn our attention to supporting communities like Lucasville that have been neglected for a long time.
In fact, I'm introducing a bond program that's going to rebuild crumbling public schools all over the country.
Ma'am, Senator Paley mentioned this morning that he would like to extend his committee's investigation to include the events in Lucasville.
- What are your thoughts on that? - The Senate Judiciary Committee has been struggling for some time to find ways to support Senator Paley's generalized distaste for my administration.
- [cellphones vibrating.]
- The FBI made mistakes in Lucasville.
We are all looking into that, but turning a massacre into a political football seems unworthy of even Senator Paley.
- President Keane.
- Yeah.
Are you aware that Simone Martin has been granted immunity to testify before the Judiciary Committee? I don't know who that is.
I believe she's an associate of Mr.
Wellington's.
Uh Simone Martin is a friend.
She was questioned briefly by Senator Paley today.
But I'm sure there's no validity to the idea that she's receiving immunity for something.
It's just been confirmed by CNB.
Do you think that the Senator is trying to-- I have no comment on anything related to Senator Paley's investigation.
But I would love to tell you more about the bond program that is going to provide cities and towns with capital so desperately needed to rebuild their public schools.
[indistinct conversations, piano playing light jazz.]
Simone.
Simone.
What the hell happened? Mr.
Wellington, I'm Ellen Lichter, Simone's attorney.
Can we step outside for a minute? I really can't.
I'm sorry, David.
- Are you okay? - She's gonna be fine.
- This isn't a good time to talk.
- Can we let her speak for herself? Would that be all right? - [piano continues playing.]
- Come with me.
Immunity? Immunity for what? - I can't talk about it.
- Look, if Paley is - pressuring you in any way-- - You and I just need to take some time apart until things settle down.
What things? What'd you agree to testify about? You know, if I could say, I would.
What'd you tell him? [loudly.]
Don't threaten me, David.
I'm not threatening you.
If this continues, I'm going to call the police.
What in God's name is going on? Oh! David, you're hurting me.
Please just leave me alone.
[dramatic music playing.]
[indistinct conversations.]
[panting.]
[continues panting.]
[beeping.]
[panting rapidly.]
.]
[beep.]
[panting.]
What about-- what about fives? Do you have any fives? - [door closes.]
- Go fish! Mommy, do you wanna play? - Aunt Carrie? - [exhales deeply.]
[Josie.]
Okay - [line ringing.]
- [exhales deeply.]
- [cellphone rings.]
- So, you miss me, huh? - I do.
You busy? - Very.
Really? No.
I think we should get everybody together tonight.
You, me, Dante, the boys, have a few drinks.
Celebrate a well-executed mission.
[beeping, door unlocks.]
- [door creaks.]
- Got Chinese.
Remember this day.
The National Security Advisor - just brought you dinner.
- You look at those names I sent over-- Dante Allen, Simone Martin? Yeah, you should have a look at this.
I mean, it helps that this guy Wellington is like a walking meme.
- When was this taken? - About an hour ago.
How does it get from tapas bar spat to national network news in an hour? Well, that's the end of the journey.
The species jump.
- [typing on keyboard.]
- Really, we should start here.
What's that? Well, that's a node, an identity.
- What's it do? - Well, that's the tweet with the frame grab and the caption.
I mean, that's-- that's the meme.
[typing.]
All right, so these are the nodes that respond.
They're actually mostly automated accounts.
They light up red when they retweet messages, which they do sporadically over time so that it looks natural.
What about the green ones? Yeah, no, those are real people, those are verified accounts.
So, like, like a real person might send a meme to a friend or two or ten or maybe everyone they know.
[clears throat.]
In epidemiology, that's called a replication rate.
And every meme has one.
So that's the real people passing it on.
Mm-hmm.
Each green node represents a thousand people.
- [types, computer beeps.]
- Okay.
So that-- that's what it looks like on a national scale.
[tense music playing.]
- You seeing this? - Yep.
[Clint.]
Okay, now look here.
That's what happened at Lucasville.
I had to fiddle with the time a little bit - to make things obvious.
- Way more green nodes.
Twice as many.
I mean, this is a bigger story.
It's a better meme.
But-- but it's the red nodes that really caught my eye.
The automated accounts.
So, so far, yeah, I've identified over 75 of them now also retweeting remarks by the President's Chief of Staff.
Same accounts for both stories.
- Is that unusual? - Well, no, and not if the memes are being pushed by the same network.
You mean Yevgeny.
Yeah.
I mean, if he was behind Lucasville, I'd say he's got a hand in this one, too.
[cellphone vibrates.]
- Something wrong? - Heads up from Langley.
Apparently, someone's been trying to reach me on Zipline.
Zipline? What is that? Is that like a, that's a spy thing? For compromised agents to send out a distress call.
Not anymore.
Shut it down after Allison Carr defected.
Well, that's odd, then.
Who could it be? No idea.
Used an old work name.
No record of it.
Says it's urgent.
Wants a meeting tonight.
Remember anybody calling himself John Bishop? - That's how he signed off? - Yeah.
It's Ivan, Saul.
Ivan's hiking in the Tetons.
I was just on the phone this morning with the FBI field office.
They're mistaken.
"Bishop" was Ivan's word code in Berlin with the counterintelligence boys, anyway.
- Why Bishop? - Because of the Orthodox cross he always wore around his neck.
[horn blares in distance.]
[train tracks rattling.]
[lighter clicks.]
[lighter closes.]
[helicopter whirring in distance.]
[laughter.]
All right, okay.
Here, catch.
Everybody get a lime.
You get a lime.
What? I don't get a lime? For your soda? No, you can have mine when I'm finished.
That's great.
I'm excited about that.
- No salt? - How old are you? You want some goldfish crackers, too? How are you giving me shit about the salt when you got the limes? All right, I wanna make a toast.
Dante Allen, ladies and gentlemen.
[men cheer and laugh.]
There you go.
Take this.
Hold this.
I'm gonna say something - profound now.
- What are we drinking? - It's a cheap tequila.
- No, no, it's on her tab.
I got the good stuff.
I mean, you wouldn't want to sip it with a cigar but You can't even spend somebody else's money right.
Shut your mouth.
Here's my toast.
She doesn't have a drink.
Mathison.
- No, I'm good.
I got my seltzer.
- She's not drinking.
- Since when? You pregnant? - For fuck's sake.
Stein, I'm on drugs.
I can't mix it with alcohol.
Okay, can I please make my motherfucking toast? No, you missed the moment.
Down the fucking hatch.
- [glasses clinking.]
- Let's go.
- There you go.
- Oh.
[Journey's "Send Her My Love" playing.]
- Ah! - Oh! - Whoo.
- Oh.
- Not bad, right? - Not good either, bro.
I'm getting the next round.
I'm getting the next round.
What, you think you got taste? You're no better than he is.
What is this music? Is this you, Max? - Did you put this on? - Yep.
This is an '80s classic.
This is my kind of music, man.
- Hi.
- Hi.
I tried to call you.
Yeah, I was I was probably asleep.
That's okay.
No, it isn't.
It's embarrassing.
I think I've been so wound up these past few days, I I forgot to take my meds.
I'm going to the doctor tomorrow.
I think you're right.
I should have a more traditional protocol.
- That's good.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
I'm being good.
I'm glad.
It's a big day.
Simone's gonna give up Wellington.
- Yeah, it's incredible.
- Mm.
So Where'd you get the idea she was working with someone else? Oh.
Who knows? Crazy shit just pops into my head sometimes.
I I guess I guess I was still obsessing about those two bugs crapping out in the op.
I'm-- I'm I'm sorry.
No need to apologize.
How about a thank you, then? Sure.
["Heart and Soul" by Huey Lewis and the News playing.]
You saved me.
Hey.
What's wrong? Nothing.
It's just-- I I don't wanna be like that with you.
I wanna be normal.
I actually like you.
I mean, not-- not like that, but Oh, no? Okay.
[laughs.]
I don't know.
I guess I hadn't thought about it.
You hadn't thought about it.
- That's even worse.
- All right, that's not true.
It's possible I have thought about it.
Shirley Temple for the baby.
- Thank you.
- Here we go.
Okay.
Kanpai.
Toast.
[laughter.]
[glasses clink.]
Oh.
- Fuck, yeah.
- Yeah.
- [glasses thud.]
- Oh.
- Better, huh? - It's exactly the same.
You're a fucking plebe.
That taste the same to you? Yeah, man, it tastes exactly the same.
- Oh! - He's got some balls on him.
I wouldn't challenge Doxie on this one.
They both taste like shit.
I don't know what to tell you.
- [laughter.]
- Oh! Oh, he's new, he's new.
You gotta cut him some slack.
- No, actually, I don't.
- Stand down, baby.
Stand down.
I do not You should just let it go.
Apologize.
Here, have a potato chip.
It's all gonna be [tense music playing.]
[water splashes.]
[grunting.]
[humming.]
[sniffles, exhales deeply.]
[exhales deeply.]
[zips bag.]
[water bubbling.]
[lock clicks.]
[door closes.]
Come here.
[breathing heavily.]
[coats thud.]
[moaning.]
[both moaning.]
- You okay? - Shit.
Uh Yeah, just, uh Just too much to drink.
[breathes heavily.]
- Okay.
- Okay.
I'm good.
[breathing heavily.]
Oh.
Mm.
[exhales deeply.]
You're okay.
[whispers.]
Just close your eyes.
[exhales deeply.]
[suspenseful music playing.]
- [touchscreen clicking.]
- [sighs.]
[switch clicks.]
Anson.
[camera beeps, shutter clicks.]
Previously on Homeland [camera shutter clicking.]
[monitor beeping erratically.]
Sir, you better look at this.
[woman on TV.]
the first to report the story - along with an image - Oh, Christ.
The photo has been circulating on social media.
- What the fuck is this? - No, no, no, no.
This is bullshit.
I just talked to the hospital.
The kid's in recovery.
He's fine.
See the story about JJ Elkins dying unattended in the hospital? What do you know about Yevgeny Gromov? Well, maybe he's turned his considerable skills against the United States.
If Brett O'Keefe wasn't responsible for the fake news, we need to consider the possibility it originated overseas.
So we're gonna blame the Russians for this, too.
I'm talking about information warfare.
Andy? Aah! Aah! Stop! Last week, you brought $50,000 in cash to Hazelton, West Virginia, yes or no? [gasps.]
That 50 grand was payment to murder General McClendon in prison, yes or no? [exhales deeply.]
[cellphone rings and buzzes.]
Hey.
I really need to see you.
Are you home? I should be home in about 45 minutes.
- You wanna meet me there? - Yeah, that's great.
Okay, see you soon.
[Carrie.]
Tell me we got it.
Yeah, but something fucked is happening.
Well, of course it is.
Two bugs don't blow on one-- Forget the bugs.
It's worse than that.
Watch the tape.
You okay? You sounded upset on the phone.
I'm fine.
Is there any point where she says, "I got jumped in the dark and we need $100,000?" No.
- What the fuck? - [Simone gasping on monitor.]
[Keane.]
He saved our lives.
[Carrie.]
Yeah.
What was his name? [Brody.]
Carrie, you're not yourself.
[Carrie.]
But 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.
[Josie groans.]
Franny! Franny! [door creaks.]
- Franny, now! - She's coming.
[breathing heavily.]
- You have your permission slip? - Yep.
Tell Miss Casey you need another copy of the math packet.
- I told her.
- Well, tell her again.
Where's your permission slip? I have it.
- [horn honks.]
- Keep your pants on! - Wow.
- He needs to relax.
- Just give me the bag.
- Hey, hey, hey, hug.
Mm, mm.
Have fun.
- [door opens.]
- Oh, Snowflake.
[exhales deeply.]
[vehicle departs.]
- [sips.]
- [door opens.]
- Anything? - He's out of yogurt.
[sighing.]
- Did you get any sleep? - Not much.
Look, I was wondering, is it possible they know about the surveillance? - I don't think so.
- You sure about that? They go out on a walk or anything? Mnh-mnh.
And no long talks in the bathroom with the water running either.
[Simone on monitor.]
I don't want to go to work.
- She's leaving.
- Me neither.
Yeah, you do.
Go take your victory lap with the President.
You deserve it.
- See you later.
- [Simone laughs.]
Maybe she's too scared to tell him.
Maybe she's afraid that she screwed up, blew his cover.
- David, your car is here! - She doesn't act scared.
- Tell him I'll be right out.
- Plus why call him right after she gets jumped? Why go running - right into his arms? I - I don't know.
I mean, does that look like a woman who has to come up with $100,000 in two days? [doorbell ringing on monitor.]
[door opens on monitor.]
- [door creaks.]
- You're not gonna believe this.
- I just got served.
- What? - It's a subpoena.
- You're kidding.
For what? - The Senate Judiciary Committee.
- [door creaks closed.]
Un-fucking-believable.
10 AM tomorrow.
What do I do? Come on.
I'll drop you at work.
We'll-- we'll call Todd from the car.
He'll know a good lawyer.
David.
I'm frightened.
Yeah, well, don't be.
It's just Paley on a fishing expedition.
He's got nothing.
[keys jingle on monitor.]
- Are you sure? - I am positive.
Everything's gonna be fine.
I promise.
Come on.
- Oh, shit.
- Wait, what are you doing? Calling Dante.
He has to know.
Know what? What are you gonna say? That Simone's behavior is not at all what we expected.
We can't let Paley question her before we figure out what the hell is going on.
No, I mean, what are you gonna say about how we know about her behavior? Carrie, you can't tell him about the surveillance.
Okay, for the sake of argument, why not? Because he's FBI.
Because we're breaking about ten federal laws - with those cameras there.
- But-- No! Okay.
What? We [sighs.]
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? [tense music playing.]
And then something happened that blew our collective minds.
October 4, 1957-- can anybody tell me what that was? I'll give you a hint.
America's strategic bomber force was suddenly deemed vulnerable, sitting ducks on the ground.
Anybody? [indistinct whispering.]
Sputnik.
That's right.
Sputnik.
On that day, the Soviet Union launched the first satellite into space.
It was barely bigger than a basketball, but it was visible at night, sliding across the sky like a twinkling star.
Americans soon learned it had been boosted out of the Earth's atmosphere by a rocket that could also deliver a nuclear warhead.
Full blown panic set in.
Edward Teller went on television, calling it "a defeat greater than Pearl Harbor.
" Billions of dollars would have to be spent on defense and fast.
By late 1959, my old outfit, the CIA, estimated the Soviet ICBM force at 3,000.
Holy shit.
3,000 missiles on their launchpads aimed right at us.
Turns out we were a little off in our calculations.
Later we found out the actual number was four.
Four missiles, one of them operational, probably.
- [school bell rings.]
- Next week, we'll talk about the shooting down of a U-2 spy plane over central Russia and how for the first time in the history of the United States, millions of Americans understood their President could lie to them in the name of National Security.
[door creaks open, indistinct conversations.]
[Saul.]
Hey, Sandy.
Saul.
Still banging the drum, I see.
No one's gonna understand how we fucked up terrorism if they don't understand that we fucked up the Cold War.
Buy you a cup of coffee? If you insist.
[indistinct conversations, bell tolling.]
[Saul.]
So, you were saying? About Allison Carr the day you were fired.
Thrown out of the building, you mean.
I did not go quietly, Saul.
- I heard.
- You know what she said? She said, "You're not a team player.
" A team player.
As if I didn't know the real reason.
She wanted the Russia desk for herself.
She wanted the whole damn division, Saul-- your job, too.
You were in love with her, I suppose.
Suppose I was.
Textbook honey trap.
You, of all people, to fall for that.
Meanwhile, she lined us all up in a row so she could - crawl right over our backs.
- I'm sorry.
I should've protected you better.
Little late for an apology, don't you think? What do you want? Yevgeny Gromov.
- What about him? - Where is he? How should I know? He's MIA.
Has been for the last few years.
Speculate.
Well, he might've died, of course.
Sometimes the simplest explanation - is the easiest to overlook.
- Ivan Krupin doesn't think - he's dead.
- Ivan, you've seen Ivan.
Of course you have.
How is my favorite handsome hood? [chuckles.]
Hiding something.
How I would have loved to have done his debrief.
It should've been you.
Banished to the halls of academia by then, I'm afraid.
Might be a second bite at the apple.
- What do you mean? - Lucasville.
Fake news that sparked the massacre.
Oh, now I see it.
And you think that was Yevgeny's handiwork.
I do.
And you want me to help find him? - I do.
- Mm.
Why should I? Anybody else would be my second choice.
[horn blares.]
[siren wailing in distance.]
[tense music playing.]
[door creaks.]
[lock clicks.]
Hello? Mr.
Cornwell, welcome.
The stagers won't be here till next week, but your message said you were in a hurry.
Leaving tonight? Charlotte.
It's me, Ivan.
- Don't be alarmed, okay? - Ivan, you-- - [grunts.]
- That wasn't very nice, was it? [grunting.]
- [panting.]
- Now listen.
What the hell are you doing? You shouldn't be here.
You shouldn't be anywhere near here.
- Be quiet and listen.
- No, you listen.
You will go now.
You will not blow my cover - if you haven't already.
- Your cover is safe.
You don't know that.
You're still under FBI surveillance.
Which is why there are two agents sitting in a fucking campground in Grand Teton National Park waiting for me to return from a backpacking trip.
That changes nothing! You've broken protocol.
You were not to be reactivated until next year at the earliest.
I have an urgent situation.
No situation is urgent enough to risk the entire network.
This one is.
I need to speak to Yevgeny.
- Yevgeny? - Gromov.
Charlotte, don't play dumb.
I know he's here.
So do the Americans.
Set it up.
[exhales deeply.]
[indistinct conversations.]
- Um, a word, Senator.
- David.
Maybe we could just step aside for a minute? Uh let's do it here.
I'm a big believer in open government.
[chuckles.]
You're wasting your time.
- You know that, don't you? - Always a possibility.
No, I mean it.
Simone doesn't know anything, because there is nothing to know.
Scout's honor? At least have the professional courtesy to leave my personal life out of this.
You mean the same courtesy you've extended me? Your committee is investigating the President, Senator.
It is hardly the same thing.
Nobody at the White House is impugning your wife or your children.
I'm only following the evidence where it leads.
Evidence? What evidence? This is a civilian we're talking about.
She is so far outside the scope of the inquiry, it is laughable.
I don't think you know her as well as you think you do.
And what's that supposed to mean? I guess we'll find out tomorrow, won't we? Sam.
Don't do this.
It's beneath you.
One thing I will say for you, David, you've always had excellent manners, even when obstructing justice.
[crickets chirping.]
[Wellington.]
What about the Palestinian guy? Couple of months ago? [Simone.]
My donor? Fadi al-Bashir? You spent a lot of time with him.
You think he was expecting some kind of quid pro quo? Are you suggesting that I'm peddling influence or that I'm too naive to realize that the only compelling thing about me is you? That's not what I was saying.
I don't offer people access to you.
Simone, my point is, you're gonna have to think about-- I know.
I gotta think about all the contacts.
Thank you.
I got that.
The lawyer brought it up.
I spent all afternoon making notes.
Eat.
I ordered too much food.
[utensils clattering.]
- [exhales deeply.]
- [line ringing.]
[woman.]
Hello? Janet, it's Carrie Mathison.
Carrie! I've been meaning to call you.
What an incredible turn of events, huh? - Yeah, it's all pretty shocking.
- Your FBI guy was incredible.
I was a doubter.
You're gonna have to forgive me.
- You really brought it home.
- No worries.
So what's next? Are you bringing her to the Committee? We're seeing her tomorrow.
Just Paley and staff and the lawyers.
We'll see if she's willing to testify against Wellington.
Any chance I can get into that session? Oh.
God, uh I don't know.
Paley can be really prickly about these things.
- Janet.
- He's so grateful for what you did and I know he's gonna wanna debrief with you, - but it's a delicate s-- - You have none of this without me, and I know the case in way more detail than you do.
I just wanna sit in the back and-- and make sure - we're not missing anything.
- [sighs.]
Let me talk to the Senator.
I'll call you back.
[sighs.]
- construction thing at work.
- The entire building? - They're tearing it down.
- Well, how are you gonna work with that kind of noise going on all day long? I don't know.
We're gonna be breathing construction dust for three months, and I told Hector that we need to get - a temporary office space.
- All right.
Who the fuck are you? [exhales.]
[tense music playing.]
[lock clicks.]
[siren wailing in distance.]
[beeping, door unlocks.]
[door creaks.]
[switch clicking.]
- Perfect.
- [door creaks.]
When was the last time an actual human being - was in here? - [toilet flushes.]
[door creaks.]
Sandy, meet Clint.
He is the best information scientist at DARPA.
Clint, Sandy.
She's the Russia expert I was telling you about.
Oh, oh.
Hi.
Good to meet you.
So, uh, where-- where where is everybody? More coming.
But for now, we stay as small as we can for as long as we can.
- Fucking Janet.
- She's blowing you off.
Some bullshit about how it's the Senator who doesn't want anybody in the meeting, but it's her.
Simone is probably gonna take the Fifth, - and that'll be the end of it.
- If she's protecting Wellington, yeah, she's not gonna say anything, but if she's working for somebody else, maybe she drops a name.
You found nobody else in her contacts with any connection to McClendon? Frankly, I don't think you wanna be in there when Paley finds out - there's no connection - [cellphone chimes .]
between the murder and David Wellington.
Finally.
"Dirksen 525.
Figured if you came in late, the Senator couldn't object.
" [scoffs.]
I'll let you know what she says.
[footsteps depart.]
If you could take a look at these, they were pulled from security footage at Cumberland Cash and Loan, Cash Express, Hot Cash.
[door opens.]
[footsteps approach, door closes.]
And this is from a camera at Exit 29 at Route 68 West two and a half miles from the Hazelton Federal Penitentiary.
I believe that's your car.
[whispers.]
How did you get in here? I had to put a knife to Janet's throat to get a ticket to this thing.
[whispers.]
I'm Paley's new best friend.
[Janet.]
And this is a parking ticket-- Okay, I think we've got the point.
Ms.
Martin, conspiracy to commit murder carries a life sentence, you aware of that? Senator.
I wanna be sure she understands.
She paid someone to kill a general, it's a felony murder.
Were you delivering the money on your own behalf? My client is not gonna answer that question.
But you'll confirm that this is you in the photos? Let's talk about immunity.
Is she gonna tell us who sent her here? Immunity and material witness protection, which is going to require some assurances from the FBI and the Justice Department as well.
That's a pretty big ask for somebody in your position.
Do you think you'll be able to secure their cooperation? Ms.
Lichter, at some point we're gonna need to get a look under the hood.
[tense music playing.]
On March 30th, I was told to withdraw money from these places and leave it in Hazelton.
[Janet.]
Did you give it to someone? No, I, uh I went to a place off the Hazelton exit.
There was a specific mile marker on the side of the road.
And a few feet there into the woods, a boulder.
I took a bag with the money, like a sport bag, and I put it behind the boulder and I drove back to Washington.
[Janet.]
So you dropped $50,000 under a rock and drove away? And you never asked the individual who sent you there why you were going? Ms.
Martin, we need to know who this is, or we can all go home.
[whispers indistinctly.]
A government employee.
There's three million of us, ma'am.
That's not gonna generate the kind of immunity you're looking for.
A senior White House official.
[Paley.]
You mean David Wellington? Oh, the name comes when we've got a guarantee.
[lowered voice.]
Something isn't right.
[Janet.]
What kind of specifics are we talking about? Emails, texts, are you able to recount conversations? I kept notes of the conversations because I began to have concern about how secret he was acting.
- "He"? - No more questions - until we have an agreement.
- I need to talk to you.
Now.
[footsteps depart.]
[indistinct conversations.]
[door closes.]
- Simone is lying.
- What are you talking about? She's full of shit, and now she's lying to a Senator.
We have to pull the plug.
What the fuck are you talking about? - She is not a credible witness.
- How do you know that? [sighs.]
I just do.
Based on what? [sighs.]
I was trying to tell you the other night, something does not feel right.
Carrie, she's in there right now flipping on David Wellington.
- Exactly what we wanted.
- No, you are not listening.
I don't think Wellington's involved.
I think she's working - with someone else.
- Who? I don't know.
That's what we have to find out.
Hang on a second.
Just stop and think.
Now you're about to blow up a proffer session and tell the Chairman of the Senate Judiciary Committee it's because you have a bad feeling? They are this close to giving her immunity, which means they want her to testify in open hearing.
Open hearing! At that point, it doesn't matter if she's lying or not.
At that point, the damage to the Presidency is done.
And that is on us, Dante.
Our responsibility.
You eat anything today? Excuse me? How about sleep? Are you getting any lately? I know I've been pretty wired these last few days.
Do not pull this shit with me right now.
This is what you asked me to do.
This is exactly what - you asked me to do.
- This is not that.
Well, it sure as hell looks like it.
And you know what? I think you need to see a real doctor, not some guy slinging drugs out of the trunk of his car.
I don't know why I agreed to that in the first place.
- It's not right or safe.
- Dante - No.
- I'm fine.
Really.
Really? You're not.
- Let me take you home.
- I need to talk to Paley.
Then do it tomorrow.
Or the next day, when your head is straight.
Carrie You have to go home.
Okay.
Okay.
Maybe you're right.
I'm sorry.
I don't mean to be such a hard ass.
No.
It's fine.
Go back in.
I can take care of myself.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
Yeah, I'll go home.
I'll get your coat.
I wouldn't send Garber.
Secretary can't stand him, Vazquez thinks he's an idiot.
You're just making more work for yourself.
- You're probably right.
- [knock on door.]
I'm so sorry.
- Take a message.
- She said it's urgent.
[telephone ringing in distance.]
[sighs.]
Hey.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
I-I I didn't know what else to do.
You okay? Not really.
[sighs.]
I'm in a corner, Saul.
A bad corner.
You wanna walk a little? I'm cold.
Sure.
About a month ago, I ran into an old Bureau friend.
We had a couple drinks, got to talking, turns out, we shared a similar view about what was going on in the country.
- Not a fan of the President? - Nope.
Plus he had a line on evidence which indicated she was knowingly abusing her power.
Like what? Certain memos to DOJ.
He was part of the team interviewing everyone detained in the second wave of arrests.
[sighs.]
I opened a secret channel to Senator Paley.
Strange bedfellows, you and Paley.
Got everybody released, didn't we? You certainly helped.
Anyway, I thought that was the end of it.
But then General McClendon dropped dead in prison.
That's that's when things started getting really weird.
- How so? - Well We found out David Wellington's girlfriend was in Hazelton, West Virginia, with $50,000 the day before McClendon died.
- Carrie, come on.
- You don't believe me? She just agreed to appear in front of Paley's Committee.
- What do you mean just agreed? - Less than an hour ago, in a proffer session with her lawyer.
She's gonna testify against Wellington - in exchange for immunity.
- You realize if even a shred - of this is true-- - It's not true, Saul.
That's what I'm trying to tell you.
But she's gonna swear to it anyway.
- Why? - I don't know.
I-I only know she's lying.
About the money or about Wellington? Both, I'd say, but definitely about Wellington.
He is innocent.
That is confirmed.
How can you be so sure? Because I've been watching him for the past week, Saul.
I'm up in his home.
The guy had nothing to do with it.
- Believe me.
- Back up a second.
You've got surveillance on David Wellington? On whose authority? Saul, please.
Can you just-- can you just - go with me for a minute? - Go with you? No, I can't just go with you.
You understand the position - this puts me in? - Yes, I do.
In a position to save the President and possibly the republic.
- Oh, for fuck's sake.
- I'm serious, Saul.
[breathing heavily.]
At least help me figure this out before you sell me down the river.
You may not like my methods, but if it wasn't Wellington, then somebody else took a hit out on General McClendon.
The question is who.
Well? [sighs.]
Well, I think you just answered your own question.
How? [sighs.]
If you're right, whoever's bankrolling this woman also wants McClendon's murder pinned on the White House.
So she was supposed to get caught? Is that what you're saying? She was supposed to testify - in front of the Committee? - Is it so far-fetched? Weren't you and your FBI friend interested in just this outcome? What's his name again? Dante.
Dante Allen.
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? [tense music playing.]
- He did.
Dante did.
- You say you're old friends, the two of you just bumped into each other by chance? When was this? [voice breaking.]
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.
- A breath? Are you kidding? Jesus Christ.
It's just a theory at the moment.
No, the truth is ringing in my fucking ears.
- Listen to me.
- Jesus Christ! I know how this goes.
I'm CEO of that club.
You have to calm down now, pretend we never had this conversation.
What I need to do is nail that fucker.
Carrie, lay low, go out of town for a few days, I don't care.
Just don't communicate with him under any circumstances.
Why the hell not? Because I'm on to another situation.
I don't want you alerting anybody.
- What situation? - Can't say.
[inhales sharply.]
A Russian intelligence operation involving active measures against the President of the United States.
Wait.
Wait, you think Dante might be a part of that? You think I might be a part of that? I think you need to keep your head down until you hear from me.
Okay? Okay.
Okay, okay.
[door opens.]
[door closes.]
[birds chirping.]
He's here.
So, bring him out.
He wants inside.
[sighs.]
[sighs.]
Mm.
[laughing.]
Mm.
[grunts.]
[inhales and exhales deeply.]
The demonstrations in Richmond were heated, but they were not violent, and I am grateful for that.
I hope we can turn our attention to supporting communities like Lucasville that have been neglected for a long time.
In fact, I'm introducing a bond program that's going to rebuild crumbling public schools all over the country.
Ma'am, Senator Paley mentioned this morning that he would like to extend his committee's investigation to include the events in Lucasville.
- What are your thoughts on that? - The Senate Judiciary Committee has been struggling for some time to find ways to support Senator Paley's generalized distaste for my administration.
- [cellphones vibrating.]
- The FBI made mistakes in Lucasville.
We are all looking into that, but turning a massacre into a political football seems unworthy of even Senator Paley.
- President Keane.
- Yeah.
Are you aware that Simone Martin has been granted immunity to testify before the Judiciary Committee? I don't know who that is.
I believe she's an associate of Mr.
Wellington's.
Uh Simone Martin is a friend.
She was questioned briefly by Senator Paley today.
But I'm sure there's no validity to the idea that she's receiving immunity for something.
It's just been confirmed by CNB.
Do you think that the Senator is trying to-- I have no comment on anything related to Senator Paley's investigation.
But I would love to tell you more about the bond program that is going to provide cities and towns with capital so desperately needed to rebuild their public schools.
[indistinct conversations, piano playing light jazz.]
Simone.
Simone.
What the hell happened? Mr.
Wellington, I'm Ellen Lichter, Simone's attorney.
Can we step outside for a minute? I really can't.
I'm sorry, David.
- Are you okay? - She's gonna be fine.
- This isn't a good time to talk.
- Can we let her speak for herself? Would that be all right? - [piano continues playing.]
- Come with me.
Immunity? Immunity for what? - I can't talk about it.
- Look, if Paley is - pressuring you in any way-- - You and I just need to take some time apart until things settle down.
What things? What'd you agree to testify about? You know, if I could say, I would.
What'd you tell him? [loudly.]
Don't threaten me, David.
I'm not threatening you.
If this continues, I'm going to call the police.
What in God's name is going on? Oh! David, you're hurting me.
Please just leave me alone.
[dramatic music playing.]
[indistinct conversations.]
[panting.]
[continues panting.]
[beeping.]
[panting rapidly.]
.]
[beep.]
[panting.]
What about-- what about fives? Do you have any fives? - [door closes.]
- Go fish! Mommy, do you wanna play? - Aunt Carrie? - [exhales deeply.]
[Josie.]
Okay - [line ringing.]
- [exhales deeply.]
- [cellphone rings.]
- So, you miss me, huh? - I do.
You busy? - Very.
Really? No.
I think we should get everybody together tonight.
You, me, Dante, the boys, have a few drinks.
Celebrate a well-executed mission.
[beeping, door unlocks.]
- [door creaks.]
- Got Chinese.
Remember this day.
The National Security Advisor - just brought you dinner.
- You look at those names I sent over-- Dante Allen, Simone Martin? Yeah, you should have a look at this.
I mean, it helps that this guy Wellington is like a walking meme.
- When was this taken? - About an hour ago.
How does it get from tapas bar spat to national network news in an hour? Well, that's the end of the journey.
The species jump.
- [typing on keyboard.]
- Really, we should start here.
What's that? Well, that's a node, an identity.
- What's it do? - Well, that's the tweet with the frame grab and the caption.
I mean, that's-- that's the meme.
[typing.]
All right, so these are the nodes that respond.
They're actually mostly automated accounts.
They light up red when they retweet messages, which they do sporadically over time so that it looks natural.
What about the green ones? Yeah, no, those are real people, those are verified accounts.
So, like, like a real person might send a meme to a friend or two or ten or maybe everyone they know.
[clears throat.]
In epidemiology, that's called a replication rate.
And every meme has one.
So that's the real people passing it on.
Mm-hmm.
Each green node represents a thousand people.
- [types, computer beeps.]
- Okay.
So that-- that's what it looks like on a national scale.
[tense music playing.]
- You seeing this? - Yep.
[Clint.]
Okay, now look here.
That's what happened at Lucasville.
I had to fiddle with the time a little bit - to make things obvious.
- Way more green nodes.
Twice as many.
I mean, this is a bigger story.
It's a better meme.
But-- but it's the red nodes that really caught my eye.
The automated accounts.
So, so far, yeah, I've identified over 75 of them now also retweeting remarks by the President's Chief of Staff.
Same accounts for both stories.
- Is that unusual? - Well, no, and not if the memes are being pushed by the same network.
You mean Yevgeny.
Yeah.
I mean, if he was behind Lucasville, I'd say he's got a hand in this one, too.
[cellphone vibrates.]
- Something wrong? - Heads up from Langley.
Apparently, someone's been trying to reach me on Zipline.
Zipline? What is that? Is that like a, that's a spy thing? For compromised agents to send out a distress call.
Not anymore.
Shut it down after Allison Carr defected.
Well, that's odd, then.
Who could it be? No idea.
Used an old work name.
No record of it.
Says it's urgent.
Wants a meeting tonight.
Remember anybody calling himself John Bishop? - That's how he signed off? - Yeah.
It's Ivan, Saul.
Ivan's hiking in the Tetons.
I was just on the phone this morning with the FBI field office.
They're mistaken.
"Bishop" was Ivan's word code in Berlin with the counterintelligence boys, anyway.
- Why Bishop? - Because of the Orthodox cross he always wore around his neck.
[horn blares in distance.]
[train tracks rattling.]
[lighter clicks.]
[lighter closes.]
[helicopter whirring in distance.]
[laughter.]
All right, okay.
Here, catch.
Everybody get a lime.
You get a lime.
What? I don't get a lime? For your soda? No, you can have mine when I'm finished.
That's great.
I'm excited about that.
- No salt? - How old are you? You want some goldfish crackers, too? How are you giving me shit about the salt when you got the limes? All right, I wanna make a toast.
Dante Allen, ladies and gentlemen.
[men cheer and laugh.]
There you go.
Take this.
Hold this.
I'm gonna say something - profound now.
- What are we drinking? - It's a cheap tequila.
- No, no, it's on her tab.
I got the good stuff.
I mean, you wouldn't want to sip it with a cigar but You can't even spend somebody else's money right.
Shut your mouth.
Here's my toast.
She doesn't have a drink.
Mathison.
- No, I'm good.
I got my seltzer.
- She's not drinking.
- Since when? You pregnant? - For fuck's sake.
Stein, I'm on drugs.
I can't mix it with alcohol.
Okay, can I please make my motherfucking toast? No, you missed the moment.
Down the fucking hatch.
- [glasses clinking.]
- Let's go.
- There you go.
- Oh.
[Journey's "Send Her My Love" playing.]
- Ah! - Oh! - Whoo.
- Oh.
- Not bad, right? - Not good either, bro.
I'm getting the next round.
I'm getting the next round.
What, you think you got taste? You're no better than he is.
What is this music? Is this you, Max? - Did you put this on? - Yep.
This is an '80s classic.
This is my kind of music, man.
- Hi.
- Hi.
I tried to call you.
Yeah, I was I was probably asleep.
That's okay.
No, it isn't.
It's embarrassing.
I think I've been so wound up these past few days, I I forgot to take my meds.
I'm going to the doctor tomorrow.
I think you're right.
I should have a more traditional protocol.
- That's good.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
I'm being good.
I'm glad.
It's a big day.
Simone's gonna give up Wellington.
- Yeah, it's incredible.
- Mm.
So Where'd you get the idea she was working with someone else? Oh.
Who knows? Crazy shit just pops into my head sometimes.
I I guess I guess I was still obsessing about those two bugs crapping out in the op.
I'm-- I'm I'm sorry.
No need to apologize.
How about a thank you, then? Sure.
["Heart and Soul" by Huey Lewis and the News playing.]
You saved me.
Hey.
What's wrong? Nothing.
It's just-- I I don't wanna be like that with you.
I wanna be normal.
I actually like you.
I mean, not-- not like that, but Oh, no? Okay.
[laughs.]
I don't know.
I guess I hadn't thought about it.
You hadn't thought about it.
- That's even worse.
- All right, that's not true.
It's possible I have thought about it.
Shirley Temple for the baby.
- Thank you.
- Here we go.
Okay.
Kanpai.
Toast.
[laughter.]
[glasses clink.]
Oh.
- Fuck, yeah.
- Yeah.
- [glasses thud.]
- Oh.
- Better, huh? - It's exactly the same.
You're a fucking plebe.
That taste the same to you? Yeah, man, it tastes exactly the same.
- Oh! - He's got some balls on him.
I wouldn't challenge Doxie on this one.
They both taste like shit.
I don't know what to tell you.
- [laughter.]
- Oh! Oh, he's new, he's new.
You gotta cut him some slack.
- No, actually, I don't.
- Stand down, baby.
Stand down.
I do not You should just let it go.
Apologize.
Here, have a potato chip.
It's all gonna be [tense music playing.]
[water splashes.]
[grunting.]
[humming.]
[sniffles, exhales deeply.]
[exhales deeply.]
[zips bag.]
[water bubbling.]
[lock clicks.]
[door closes.]
Come here.
[breathing heavily.]
[coats thud.]
[moaning.]
[both moaning.]
- You okay? - Shit.
Uh Yeah, just, uh Just too much to drink.
[breathes heavily.]
- Okay.
- Okay.
I'm good.
[breathing heavily.]
Oh.
Mm.
[exhales deeply.]
You're okay.
[whispers.]
Just close your eyes.
[exhales deeply.]
[suspenseful music playing.]
- [touchscreen clicking.]
- [sighs.]
[switch clicks.]
Anson.
[camera beeps, shutter clicks.]