Homeland S8E12 Script

Prisoners of War (2020)

Previously on Homeland...

Pakistan did not blow up our convoy.

Jalal Haqqani did. They killed our president.

They killed our operatives.

What calamity has to occur before you finally admit it's time to do something?

Not a full-scale invasion of a nuclear power that has said they will not tolerate our crossing their border.

I should be back in Islamabad preparing for an invasion.

There's only one thing that can defuse this right now.

Give us Jalal. We don't know where he is.

Just give us a target. Any target.

Plausible coordinates. That's all I'm asking.

Good hit, good hit.

Target destroyed.

Well, fuck yeah.

Saul is running an agent inside the Kremlin.

You must know someone who can help... an asset in the Kremlin.

I don't. If there were ever a time...

I don't. Did you hear me?

You sure you wanna do this? Betray Saul.

It'll get us the flight recorder.

So one of them was a woman.

She was a teacher in English.

What was her name? There was no name.

Just Comrade Instructor.

This is our signal to meet in the bookstore window.

A Tauchnitz edition in red leather.

Very Saul. He liked things hidden in plain sight.

The black box from the president's helicopter.

I know you have it.

There must be a price. What is it?

Mr. Berenson? Yes?

We have a package here addressed to your room to a Professor Rabinow.

It's Yevgeny Gromov's play.

Carrie Mathison? I'm Charlotte Benson, a friend of Yevgeny's.

Did you arrange the call?

Just give me the name.

I don't have it. Not yet.

If you can't find the asset, you can still take Saul out of picture.

He'd have a legacy plan in the event of his death.

An arrangement. An arrangement to pass the asset on to someone else.

And that someone else would be you.

You fucking knew it would come to this.

I hoped you'd find another way, but like you said... you've tried everything.

What's left?

Kill Saul.

My name is Nicholas Brody, and I'm a sergeant in the United States Marine Corps.

I have a wife and two kids...

who I love.

By the time you watch this, you'll have read a lot of things about me, about what I've done.

That's why I wanted to explain myself so that you'll know the truth.

People will say I was broken, I was brainwashed.

People will say that I was turned into a terrorist, taught to hate my country.

I love my country.

What I am is a Marine, like my father before me and his father before him.

And as a Marine, I swore an oath to defend the United States of America against enemies both foreign and domestic.

Saul?

Saul?


The welcoming committee.

This can't be good. It's not.

This about my outburst at the Security Council?

It's not. It's about Jalal Haqqani.

Apparently, he was nowhere near that farmhouse.

The coordinates the ISI provided were bogus.

No shit.

The president is furious, Saul.

Does he know I was involved?

I didn't know you were involved.

That's so you can plausibly deny it.

Give us a minute.

I'm afraid Hayes is past the finger-pointing stage.

What do you mean?

He's been on the phone with the prime minister.

Gave Pakistan 48 hours to stand down their battlefield nukes or we take them out.

Take them out? Take them out.

We're already flying round-the-clock sorties over their positions along the border.

What did the prime minister say?

Not much. Listened, mostly.

Well, I guarantee he's talking now to his top military advisors.

One thing they're talking about is delegating launch authority to lower-level commanders in the field.

Christ.

You get me on the president's schedule this morning.

Alone.

I can try.

Tell him the chess he's playing is about to get three dimensional.

How so?

Russia's gonna jump in.

Come, I'll tell you what I know on the way.

Good morning.

Three days ago, at 4:52 a.m., Pakistan Standard Time, radar installations in Khyber Pakhtunkhwa detected aircraft identified as American F-16 Falcons violating our airspace and directly threatening defensive positions inside our country.

And just last night, as diplomats all over the world worked to ease tensions, President Hayes placed a private call to Prime Minister Kayani during which he delivered an ultimatum...

Withdraw your mobile missile launchers, or see them destroyed on the ground.

Hear us loud and clear...

Today, the United States of America left us no choice but to arm our tactical nuclear weapons.

Our hope is still for peace.

But our response to war will be swift... and terrible.

I'm sorry.

No more questions. Thank you.


Wait.


This way.

Thank you, Valery.

Valery is hand-picked.

Yevgeny wanted you to have the best for your operation.

Can we just get on with it, please?

Red is reactant, clear is catalyst.

Red goes in first, clear second.

The resulting compound, Kolokol-1 behaves a lot like ketamine.

The same K-1 used by your security forces during the Moscow theater hostage crisis?

That was aerosolized. This is in its gel form, meant to be absorbed through the skin.

Here or here.

And obviously, use the glove.

How soon does it start working?

Almost instantly, inducing the loss of motor skills, but not consciousness.

Will he be able to speak? Some.

But the drug does wear off quickly so you wanna signal the kill team as soon after it takes effect as possible.

And they'll be where?

Down the street.

John.

The president's asked me to take this meeting.

Where is he?

Busy. You can imagine.

Well, I'll come back then.

What's the matter? You afraid to talk to me alone?

No.

What then?

What's the point of arguing with someone when you're past the point of changing his mind?

That goes both ways, Saul.

Maybe, but you're the only one willfully ignoring the facts on the ground.

Your facts. The facts.

I told you Pakistan wouldn't lie down.

How many different ways you think you're gonna find to call me dumb?

I wasn't.

But playing chicken with the lives of 20,000 American soldiers is worse than dumb.

It's... It's unconscionable.

And round and round we go.

The Russians have the flight recorder, John.

What flight recorder?

From President Warner's helicopter.

Aren't you at all curious what it says?

Who shot down that Black Hawk?

Who?

Nobody.

What do you mean, nobody? It was a bad turbine blade.

An accident.

Yeah.

You have the recording with you?

I'd like to listen to it myself.

I told you, the Russians have it.

But you've heard it, right? With your own ears?

You're missing the point, John.

I'm not expecting you or the president to take my word for it.

The point is, the Russians aren't giving it back for a reason.

And it's not just for the entertainment value of watching us trip over our dicks.

What then? I don't know.

But we damn well better find out.

You know...

I always heard you were a man of principle.

Now I'm starting to think you're just making shit up.

I'm not. Prove it.

I can't.

Not in 48 hours anyway.

For the love of God, John.

Don't be the schmuck who takes us to war for the second time in 20 years under false pretenses.

All wars must be sold, Saul.

And for the record, I still think overthrowing Saddam was the right call.

Fell on deaf ears.

Zabel hears what he wants to hear, sees what he wants to see.

And where was the president?

Nowhere to be found.

Unbelievable. What a shit show.

David, do me a favor. Sure.

Very quietly, I want you to reach out to Berkle at The Post, Carolyn Walker at The Times.

Set up a breakfast for tomorrow somewhere outside the Beltway.

Is that a good idea? What are you gonna tell them?

Everything. Let me know when it's set.

Maggie.

I was just leaving you a note.

Seems I don't have your number anymore.

Everything all right? It's fine. It's just...

Well, a colleague of Bill's swore he saw Carrie at Langley yesterday.

Is that even possible? I don't see why not.

She's back from Germany? Has been. For a few days.

You mean you haven't heard from her.

Not a word.

Neither has Franny, after almost a year away.

Well, that's strange.

Tell me about it.

What on earth is going on with her?


Jesus, Saul.

Wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?

Starting with why you haven't checked in on Franny since you've been back.

Saul, I'm going to. Of course I am.

I've been busy.

Too busy to see your own daughter?

I was waiting until the weekend.

Bullshit.

It's cause you don't wanna say good-bye to her all over again.

Truth is, you're not planning on staying in the country very long, are you?

Which begs the question...

Why come back at all?

I came back to try and stop a war.

Stop a war?

How do you plan to do that, stop a war?

Any way I can.

Wouldn't have anything to do with Yevgeny Gromov, would it?

Answer me, God damn it.

Well, I think you know already.

I wanna hear you say it.

Look, I made a deal with him, okay?

The flight recorder in exchange for your asset in Moscow.

I told you there is no such person.

He doesn't exist. She.

What? She.

It's a woman, and she does exist.

She taught at a KGB language school in East Berlin.

Andrei Kuznetsov was one of her students.

This... This is how she passes you her intelligence.

Please, God... tell me you haven't.

What if I have?

Then you've permanently crippled our intelligence capability in Russia.

I'm not exaggerating.

She's the only significant live source we have left there.

The rest were sent to the wall by Allison Carr.

So we rebuild the network.

It would take a decade or more, and in the meantime we're blind to a mortal enemy who's slowly but surely strangling our democracy.

Saul, let's worry about the Russians tomorrow.

Today we've got four Marine battalions one hair trigger away from complete annihilation.

You're still not getting it, Carrie.

Pakistan's a regional problem at worst.

A regional problem?

No, you tell me that after the bombs go off.

We're not out of options. I'm talking to Berkle and Walker in the morning. That's your plan.

The press.

A flying fuck of a difference that's gonna make.

It might. It won't.

Then we try something else.

Or it's too late.

Sometimes, that's the cost of doing business.

Did you... Did you really just say that?

What do you want from me?

I am doing everything I can.

No, you are not. Give me her name.

I won't do that ever.

Now, you go upstairs, you pack your things and you get out of my house.

You're turning yourself in tonight.


Red is reactant.

Clear is catalyst.

Shit.

Carrie.

What are you doing?

Nothing, I... I'm just...

What is this?

What did you do?


Saul, can you hear me?

Say something if you can hear me.

Good.

Now listen, a GRU team is on the way.

They'll be here any second.

At that point, it's out of my hands.

Do you understand?

Saul, do you understand?

Yes.

So tell me now, and I will call them off.

No.

I'll find out who she is either way.

I will.

I know you, Saul.

If she's as valuable as you say, you'll have put a mechanism in place, a hand-over to someone in the event of your death.

You look me in the eye, and you tell me that someone isn't me.

Come on. Come on, Saul.

Please, just see reason.

No one person is worth the lives of tens of thousands.

Hundreds of thousands.

She is.

No.

You can't possibly believe that.

They're here, Saul.

Only you can stop this now.

Please, please.

Take him.


Ready.

Okay, Saul.

This is it.

Everything you have ever asked of me I have done.

And now I'm asking you...

Just let me off the hook here.

Do not make me do this.

I am begging you.

Come here.

Go fuck yourself.


What now?

The fallback, as we discussed.

Tell Charlotte I'm on my way to the airfield.

I had to try.

I'm 30 minutes late for a meeting.

It's Wellington. I was just about to tell your friend here you should let me answer that.

They'll come looking for me. Sooner than later.

You've reached Saul Berenson. Leave a message.

Where the hell are you?

I got Berkle and Walker waiting here, and they're getting restless.

Call me when you get this.


Dorit, my name is Carrie Mathison.

I work with your brother.

I know who you are. Of course I know.

I wasn't sure.

Something's happened to Saul.

Maybe we should talk inside.

Just tell me, is he dead?

I didn't want you to hear over the phone.

I wanted you to hear from me.

He had a stroke yesterday.

He managed to call 911, but by the time the EMTs got there...

I'm sorry.

Where is he?

They're keeping him at GW Hospital until arrangements can be made.

Look, it's... it's a lot to take in, I know.

But I assumed you want him buried as soon as possible.

So I took the liberty of arranging a flight for you.

It's in three hours.

The cab will take you to the airport.

I need to pack some things.

Of course. Here, I can help you.

Thank you.


Have you told Mira?

I called her in Mumbai. Her mother's not well.

I said I'd let her know once you'd made arrangements.

Dorit...

Saul said he gave you something to hold for me for safekeeping in case anything ever happened.

You're just like him.

Always an ulterior motive.

He was here three years ago. Did you know that?

No.

He wanted to work things out between us, he said.

But that wasn't the real reason.

He had some operation he was running with the Arabs.

He used me as cover.

Before that, we hadn't seen each other for 12 years.

Here I am, so caught up in my own grief that I haven't expressed my sympathy.

You lost him too.

I should probably get going.

I don't mean to pressure you, but I need to know if you have what Saul left for me or...

I almost forgot. Of course.


Are you all right? You seem...

Just relieved.

I'm just so glad you actually had this.

It'd been a while since Saul had said anything about it, and it's critical I get it to our station in London.

You're not going back to Washington?

I'll get there a few hours behind you.

In time for Saul's service. Yes.

Someone from the agency is coming for me.

Would it be possible for me to stay here until then?

Of course.

Just pull the front door closed.

It locks itself.

Not that we need any security inside the fence.


So he gonna show or what?

It's his meeting. He'll be here.

Excuse me.

Yeah, Jake, it's me.

Saul knew the meeting this morning was in Alexandria, right?

Then why'd he just text me that he's on his way in?

Yeah.

Put me through to Captain Waters at DCPD.

Something's not right.

Thanks.

Here, let me take these. I'll put them in the backseat.

Thank you.

You probably won't be hungry, but you should try to eat something on the plane.


Put down your weapon. I have no weapon.

That's what we agreed.

Hands on the wall.

Really? Hands on the wall.

All right.

You have the name?

I do.

You gonna give it to me?

As long as your side turns over the flight recorder within 30 minutes. That was the deal.

We will.


You know her? Know her?

She's the lead interpreter at the GRU.

I'm gonna need confirmation this is real.

Oh, she's real.

She's a name on a piece of paper.

In there.

Go ahead. I've already seen it.

Carrie, if you're watching this, it means you've had a visit from my sister.

For all our disagreements over the years, I've always trusted Dorit to respect my wishes.

Because in the end, who we trust in this life is all that matters.

Anyway, here we are.

There are two reasons I've never told you what I'm about to.

First, to protect you.

Second, to protect what has been... next to ours... my most significant professional relationship.

Anna Pomerantseva is an off-book agent I've been running since 1986.

But running is a generous description for my role in the matter.

The fact is, Anna's been running herself... spying for the past 20 years from the very heart of Moscow, risking everything for us every day.

All the while, sending intelligence of the highest value from the highest levels of the state apparatus.

Anechka?

Saul. Tell me you're at the UN.

Where the hell have you been?

Wellington's been calling around everywhere.

Just tell me you're still at the UN.

Yeah, I'm waiting for whatever it is Mirov's about to say, and they won't release a transcript, so we all... Listen. Just listen.

The interpreter for the Russian delegation, Anna Pomerantseva, you need to find her now.

Why?

She's an asset of ours, and she's burned.

I see her. Good.

Get her safe. Call me back.

Excuse me.

Don't look at me, Anna. Just listen.

Who are you? Saul sent me.

I have no idea who you are... Saul Berenson.

You've been compromised.

I have to get you out of here.

Anna, please. We don't have much time.

Saul will explain everything once you're safe.

I'll leave first. Follow me.

Excuse me.

Sorry.


Go, go, go, go, go!


There is no way out.

What's your name? Scott Ryan.

Mr. Ryan, before they come through that door, you need to give me your gun.

No, you're not gonna shoot your way out of this.

I don't intend to shoot my way out, and I can't let them take me.

I won't let them.

You... You can petition for sanctuary as a political refugee. I am a spy, not a refugee.

You're on American soil.

It makes no difference. Not to them.

So unless you have it in to kill me yourself, give me your gun.

I can't do that. Please.

I can't do that. Then let me talk to Saul.

Tell me you have her. It's me.

My God.

We are in a room in the basement, trapped.

What was that?

The GRU. They are right outside.

Tell me exactly where you are. I'll send help.

There is no time, and Mr. Ryan won't give me his gun so I can end this on my own terms.

Anna... It's all right, Saul.

I only wish I could have seen the mission through to the end.

No. Don't say that.

You're the best.

I've never known anyone so brave.

They're coming now.

Please. Talk to Mr. Ryan.

Saul?

Unless you've got some ace up your sleeve...

Give her the gun.

Give her the fucking gun.


Thank you for being here on such short notice.

On behalf of the Russian Federation, I'm here today to present evidence that Jalal Haqqani had nothing to do with the death of President Warner and President Daoud.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the flight recorder from their helicopter.

Recovered in the field by officers of the GRU and authenticated over the past 24 hours by aviation experts in Moscow, what I'm about to play for you now is the unedited cockpit recording of the last two minutes of that flight.

Eight miles out of Steedley.

Altitude, two-zero.

Airspeed, 160 knots.

Heading zero-three-zero.

Low cloud cover coming in.

Let's keep an eye on it.

Just turn it off. I've heard enough.

You okay? The game's over.

You can cut the bullshit.

I was just... Why don't you just go?

You got everything you wanted.

What I wanted? Yeah, Russia looking like a sure thing for the Nobel Prize and a woman, a decent woman... on her way to the dungeon at Lubyanka.

Decent?

I lost two agents in Cyprus because of her.

Rendered and tortured to death.

Fine, upstanding men, I'm sure.

Carrie. What?

I'm sorry. Okay, if you wanna blame me, go ahead.

No, I do blame you.

Do not say it was a game, because it's not.

I did what I had to do.

Cost of doing business.

What?

You sound like Saul.

He should have pulled Anna from the field the moment he realized what you were up to.

You don't understand anything.

I understand, I understand that it was difficult for him.

Of course it was.

Saul loved me. He trusted me.

That's why he didn't pull her, and that's gone now.

That's lost.

Do you see that?

Do you... Do you even know what that means?

You'll survive.

And so will he.

I don't know what it's like on your side, but it must be very... very lonely.


The evidence is clear and unambiguous.

No one shot down that Black Hawk.

There was no conspiracy or sabotage or pilot malfeasance.

It was simply an accident.

An awful, tragic accident.

So please, Mr. President, stand down your troops.

Turn your planes around.

There's no more cause for war.

David, get me CENTCOM.

Yes, sir.

General Owens? Hold for the president.

Carrie?

Anna Pomerantseva is dead.

Killed herself rather than surrender.

Saul managed to warn her somehow.

So Israeli counterintelligence must know too.

Ramallah? Ramallah.

I have people there who can smuggle you into Syria.


You almost ready?

Car's here.

I'll be down in a minute.

You excited? Very.

Close your eyes.

Go on. Close your eyes.

What's this for?

Finishing.

It's beautiful. Thank you.

You've done a very, very important thing, Carrie.

Let's go celebrate.


I just need my purse.


Mom's silver. It's yours Are you sure?

I certainly won't be needing it.

Saul, I wish you would reconsider.

Come back to Gush Etzion.

Let your family take care of you instead of strangers.

I don't need taking care of.

You can have the bedroom right off the garden on the ground floor. Stop badgering me.

I'm not moving to Israel.

How many ti...

Shit. What?

I forgot to disconnect the landline.

Put that on the list.

I'll get it.

Here you go.

Easy does it.

Here. Give me that.

Who was that? Oh, wrong number.

Some guy looking for a professor Rabinow.

Rabinow? Yeah.

He kept insisting that he had the right number, and I kept telling him there's nobody here by that name.


Thank you.

Ryan Porter on trombone.

Brandon Coleman on keys.

Pops, Rickey Washington on soprano saxophone.

Patrice Quinn on vocals.

Dwight Trible on vocals.

Tony Austin on drums, Miles Mosley on bass.

Ronald Bruner Jr. on drums, My name is Kamasi Washington.


Professor. Hello, Claude.

I just tried you an hour ago.

Some strange woman answered.

My sister.

Well, I've been a little worried.

Rachel and I read about the heart attack and we hadn't heard from you in such a long time.

I'm much better. Thank you.

Well, it's good to have you back, Professor.

You can stop with the cloak and dagger, Claude.

It's all over now.

You sure about that?

When did this arrive? This morning.

Impossible.


I'll be right back.


Saul, what is it? Are you all right?

Give me a minute. Will you, please?


Greetings from Moscow, Professor.

The Russian S-400 missile defense system sold to Iran and Turkey has a backdoor.

It can be defeated.

Specs to follow.

Stay tuned.