Showtime original drama Homeland concluded April 26, 2020.
#Homeland is based on an Israeli TV show / available on Hulu.
rottentomatoes: 85%
metacritic: 92
imdb: 8.3
emmys: 8 wins
golden globes: 5 wins
SAG awards: 1 win
Carrie Mathison
Carrie Mathison flips an Al Qaeda sleeper cell outside of Langley, Virginia.
Outstanding Lead Actress In A Drama Series
Best Television Actress – Drama Series
Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Drama Series
1 win: 2013
“I don’t care where he is. Find him. It’s urgent. Yes. I’ll hold. He’s been locked up for almost a year and overnight they decide to hold a trial and pronounce a death sentence? I know what he did. I also know he’s got intel about an imminent attack on U.S. soil. Yeah. And now he’ll come clean if we commute his sentence. David… hold on a second… he’s Abu Nazir’s bomb maker, David. Execute him now, and everything he knows is gone forever. I’m on my way tp the prison now. At least petition JSOC. David, you’re a CIA deputy director– you can do this. Please don’t shut me down. David, please. This is my last change with Hasan. David…” — Carrie Mathison
“Estes didn’t go for it. I knew he wouldn’t. Is that him? Can he get me inside or not? I tried to get the Agency to intervene, but they couldn’t do anything. I’m sorry. Ibrahim, you said your family was in hiding, afraid for their lives. I can get them to Amman. Tell me what you know, and I will personally guarantee their safety. You said two minutes. I need more time. You don’t believe me? Well, maybe I was wrong to believe you. You said you were an important man. You said you had information about an attack on Abu Nazir. Prove it. Because unless you do, I won’t protect your family. Please, we’re out of time!” — Carrie Mathison
“What happened to his partner? Brody was a scout sniper. They work in pairs. Corporal Thomas Walker also went missing that day.” — Carrie Mathison
“An American prisoner of war has been turned. Yes. He whispered it into my ear right before the guard pulled me away. He meant turned– working for Abu Nazir. Because until ten minutes ago, I didn’t know there were any P.O.W.’s still alive in Iraq or Afghanistan. I realize it sounds like a reach. Because Abu Nazir is playing the long game. This way, no one suspects a thing. And Sergeant Brody’s due home from Germany tomorrow morning, which gives us just under 22 hours. To authorize a surveillance package. To tap his phones, wire his house, follow him wherever he goes. The White House needs a poster boy for the war, and David just served him up on a platter. But if I’m right, if he is a terrorist, we need eyes and ears on Brody the minute he steps off the plane. But… all right, fine. What do I have to do? I’m in the penalty box, Saul. I’m 5,000 miles away from my contacts. I can’t collect intelligence from behind a desk.” — Carrie Mathison
“I got 30 minutes. Who the fuck is he?! Hi. What happened to Nick and Eddie? Eyes and ears in every room. Then it’s back to my place to set up the monitors. How long before you’re set up?” — Carrie Mathison
“You said you’d be ready by the time they got home. I’m having trouble collecting that intel. I need you to get me into Sergeant Brody’s debrief tomorrow morning. I’m a trained interrogator. I’ll ask him a few questions, poke around his story a little. David’s all about punishing me. And not just for what happened in Baghdad. No, but… this shouldn’t be personal; I belong in that room. Sorry. Uh, yeah. I promise. Thank you, Saul. Well? I need to be in the office by 9:00, so get here at 8:00.” — Carrie Mathison
“What time is it? The debrief! I’m late! Shit! Two calls came in; both hang-ups. One last night, one this morning. Both times the wife answered; both times there was no one was on the other end of the line. No, and the calls were blocked. Is there any way that… look, Virgil, if somebody’s trying to make contact with Brody, it’ll only happen once. All right. I’ve got to get dressed.” — Carrie Mathison
“I served as a case officer in Iraq. You picture was on our MIA wall. I saw it every day for five years. It’s good to meet you in person. I’m sorry we were unable to find you sooner. I’d like to start with the first few days of your captivity if you don’t mind. How soon after you were taken did the interrogations begin? What did they want to know? When you were debriefed in Germany, you said you gave up no such information. And Corporal Walker? Did he give anything up? But still you must have wondered, especially after you learned of his death. There is, sir. As you know, the first 72 hours after a soldier’s capture are critical. What he knows can be used by the enemy during that period to devastating effect. The point is Sergeant Brody stopped being a source of actionable intelligence fairly quickly, and yet he was kept alive for eight more years. I’d like to ask him if he knows why. Who was your interrogator? Zayadi? Was this him? But you know who this man is. Did you ever meet him? Abu Nazir? Was he ever present during any of your interrogations? Look again. Sergeant Brody? What-what… what about Walker? Did he ever mention Abu Nazir? You sure? It’s just, I’m just a little surprised, sir. Abu Nazir was in charge of coordinating attacks against coalition forces at the time. No one had more reason to sit down with the only two American P.O.W.’s in his custody. No, sir, that’s it. Thank you, Sergeant Brody.” — Carrie Mathison
“Anything? Tell me. This is it. He’s making contact. All right, I’ll meet you there. Where’s-where’s Bluemont Park?” — Carrie Mathison
“Did you fix the audio? Somebody’s approaching Brody from 1:00– a female, dark red coat. Are you recording this? She didn’t give me any messages. Helen Walker. It’s the wife of the mother missing Marine. Just keep listening. Want to be there in time for this barbecue. I’m sorry. Was I supposed to say something? I am crazy. I’ve got a mood disorder, okay? I’m dealing with it. I’ve-I’ve been dealing with it since I was 22. God, no. No. Nobody does. Don’t act so shocked. I mean, it can’t come as a complete surprise. What are you saying? That I’m making this shit up? Well, maybe I am; you know, maybe it is all in my head, but you’re in it now, Virgil, up to your fucking neck, and so is your weird little brother, so don’t even think about bailing on me.” — Carrie Mathison
“I thought that once I had some proof– no. Saul, please… I’m just making sure we don’t get hit again. I’m serious– I missed something once before; I won’t… I can’t let that happen again. Yeah, everyone’s not me. Come on, you recruited me, Saul. You trained me. You put me in the field. Tell me what I can do to make this right between us. Aw, fuck!” — Carrie Mathison
“Shit. Shit. Don’t you want to get a couple more drinks in me first? No. Oh, weeds out the guys looking for a relationship. What? I just find it a lot easier not to screw things up with people I don’t know. What if I told you I betrayed my only true friend in the world today, just played him for a fool, put his 35-year career at risk? Yeah. Another, please. I’d rather just get out of here. I’m done making the decisions. You’re in charge now.” — Carrie Mathison
“His right hand. No. No. Look again. It’s a pattern that repeats, like a musical phrase. There. No. Just… wait. This is him outside his house. And here he is at Andrews Air Force Base. Okay, do you… do you see? It happens whenever he’s on camera, whenever he knows the world is watching– it’s the same sequence over and over again. He’s making contact, Saul. He’s sending a message to somebody– a handler, a sleeper cell, somebody. Let’s get the crypto guys on it. Pittman’s team is the best– plus, he knows how to be discreet. So am I still going to jail?” — Carrie Mathison
“Jesus. Shit. Hey, Maggie, it’s me. Sorry I haven’t called in a while; I’ve been slammed. Um, thought I’ll come see you guys for a night, if that’s good with you. Uh… call me back. Let me know. Thanks. Bye. I’ve got a doorbell, you know? What’s that? You got a warrant? A FISA warrant? We’re legal now? Eyes on Brody makes complete sense. It’s exactly what you’d have done in my shoes, Saul. I know what I did. And I know it was wrong… and insulting. I want to show you something. He has nightmares. Where he repeatedly begs someone to kill him, in Arabic. He’s too ashamed or scared or both to face the press outside his house or take calls from the TV news, so what does he do? He finds shelter in the corner of the bedroom, where he hasn’t moved in over five hours. But what if it’s more than that? Maybe it’s not that simple for him. No one said becoming a terrorist was easy. Saul.” — Carrie Mathison
Nicholas Brody
Outstanding Lead Actor In A Drama Series
1 win: 2012
Best Television Actor – Drama Series
1 win: 2012
“I’m an American.”
“I want to call my wife first. Jessica? It’s me. Brody.”
“No, I’m good. Thanks. Dana. Look how beautiful you are. Chris. Where’s Mom? When? Thank you, sir.”
“Yeah. Thank you, Mr. Vice President. I’m not really good at speeches. My wife does most of the talking in the family. Even though I can’t mention ’em by name, I want to thank the Special Forces team that saved my life. And thanks to all of you out there for your prayers and your good wishes. It made all the difference. Most of all, I want to say… I want to say thank you to my family for their strength in my absence… …and for their undying faith this day would come. I’m a lucky man.”
“I’m driving. Mike? Thanks, man. It’s great to be home. This is for real? You stayed in? And Megan? How’s she? Ah. It’s okay, Jess. I’d rather just get it over with. Good. Yeah. God, it’s good to see you, buddy.”
“You painted the house. I like it. What do you think? Sure.”
“Who was that? God, you look beautiful. Oh, I see what this is now. Dimming the lights, plying me with liquor. Kind of. I gotta say, I like you in that nightgown, though. Sure. Yeah. Jess… Jess… hey. Hey. Hey… oh, Jess… hey. No, it’s okay. Let’s sit down here. It’s over. It’s over now, baby. I’m home. I’m home now, baby.”
“Thank you, sir. I understand. Thank you, ma’am. I appreciate that. Not at all. Pretty much right away. Anything I could tell ’em about U.S. ground operations, supply routes, communication codes, rules of engagement. My SERE training was excellent. Ma’am? We were never interrogated together, so I don’t know. I often wondered that myself. An Al Qaeda commander. His name was Zayadi. That’s what he told me his name was, anyway. No. Of course. Every Marine in country was briefed on high-value targets. No. No. I never met him. No. Thank you.”
“Hey, Jess. I’m actually still here at Langley. I’m stuck in this debrief, and it’s taking a little longer than I expected. Oh, only an hour or two maybe. Sure. I won’t be late.
“I don’t understand why you had to go through Mike. Why didn’t you just call me yourself? What do you want to know? He’s gone. Does it really matter how it happened? He was beaten to death. No.”
“You know, I’m shaking his hand– he’s the vice president– and I suddenly realize… I don’t even know the guy’s name. Oh. Right. Here. So, Mike’s been a big help to your mom, huh? You like him? There you go. One’s for Mom. Ow!”
“♪ From the halls of Montezuma ♪ To the shores of Tropoli ♪ First to fight for right and country ♪ And to keep hour honor clean ♪ We are proud to bear the title ♪ Of United States Marine ♪”
“Hey. Hey, slow down. Happened again, didn’t it? Show me. Don’t answer that. Tell ’em I’m not here. Hey, I thought you didn’t want to be late. Hey, all those years on my own, Jess, I think I can handle one more day. All right? Go on. Get out of here.”
“Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello! Hello?!”
Jessica Brody
Outstanding Supporting Actress In A Drama Series
1 nomination: 2013
“Oh, I think that’s mine. It might be one of my kids. Hello. Brody? What do you want me to say? I’m not okay. I’m a long way from okay.”
“Where’s your sister? Dana! Is she in her room? Come with me. Dana?! Come on. I have some incredible news for you guys. Dana! Who is he? Xander… you need to leave right now. Gee, Dana, I don’t know, it’s either the lying or the drugs. You’re supposed to be looking after your brother. Why don’t you just do what you say you’re gonna do for a change? What? Shit!”
“Hi, Brody. Yeah, just let me get my coat. Thank you. Four years ago.”
“You okay?”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Okay, I guess. When? Tomorrow?! He just got here.”
“He’s a contractor. He gave us a really great rate. What do you think of the color? Come on. I’ll show you what we did inside. Sure.”
“Hello? Hello? Hello? Oh, Jesus, you scared me. Nobody. They hung up. How was your shower? How about a glass of wine? I opened a bottle. Is it that obvious? My mother wears a nightgown. This is a negligee. How about that wine, what do you say? The tag is still… is that okay? Hmm? Oh, my… what did they do to you… baby… oh, God… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Okay. Okay. Oh, baby. It hurts…”
“Hey, can you guys come in here for a second? Hey, I need help getting ready for tonight. Some of your father’s buddies from Bravo Company are coming over for a barbecue. There’s a bag of corn that needs to be shucked, and the grill needs to be cleaned. Why is everything always a problem with you? I know things haven’t been easy between you and me. But we all have to find a way to be there for each other now, okay? Clean the grill. Hello? Hey. How did it go? How much longer? Well, don’t forget, everybody’s coming at 5:00. Okay. Bye, honey.”
“Hi. I’m not ducking you. I’m just trying to deal with the situation. Mike, please. He’s my husband, Mike.”
“Hey. You want some coffee? Dana, Chris, come on! We’re gonna be late! First day at work and they’re gonna make me late. You want some eggs before I go? Sausage, I think we have sausage. Look in the dryer! Dana, can you please help him? Yeah. Around 4:00 a.m. this morning. You were yelling something that sounded like Arabic over and over. You grabbed my arm really hard. You wouldn’t let go. Dana, language. Third time this week. I know, maybe I should take another day off. All right, come on, you guys. Come on, come on, come on, come on.”
Saul Berenson
Outstanding Supporting Actor In A Drama Series
3 nominations: 2013, 2017, 2018
“What were his exact words, please? He said this in English? And when he used the expression ‘turned…’ why am I just hearing about this now? So you’re suggesting that Abu Nazir… you’re suggesting that Abu Nazir planted intelligence on his own safe house just so we could recover Sergeant Brody? To say the least. Why not just drop him near a checkpoint and make it look like he escaped. Why would he sacrifice 13 trained fighters? Yeah. To do what? David will never sign off on that and you know it. Of course he won’t. That’s why I’m coming to you. I’m not going over his head, not a hunch. Not happening. Out of the question. Carrie… prove that the safe house leak was planted. Or at least give me a reason to doubt its authenticity. Find a way. No, don’t look at me that way. We’re all fighting the same enemy here.”
“And what good would come of that? David was very specific: principals only. Do you blame him? Will you behave yourself? Carrie? Carrie? I need you to promise. You will raise no eyebrows in there. You will break no china. Good. Then you can have your face time with Sergeant Brody. Oh, Christ.”
“Hey. Late for a meeting off campus. Hers. Frankly, I’m surprised you didn’t assign her yourself, since she’s the only one in the section who’s even been to Iraq. What happened? It’s always Nazir with her. I won’t deny she can be a little obsessive on the subject. Not that I’m aware of. I appreciate your concern. Carrie has learned her lesson. And we both know how good she is. You said only if I agreed to do the babysitting.”
“You think for one minute you get away with this? Do you have any? Anything? Even suggesting that Sergeant Brody’s what you think he is? Then get a lawyer. ‘Cause you’re gonna need one when you report to the IG first thing in the morning. There isn’t anything to say. Well, I’m glad someone’s looking out for the country, Carrie. It was ten tears ago. Everyone missed something that day. I understand that. I doubt a grand jury will. What the fuck are you doing? Good-bye, Carrie.”
“What am I looking at here? He’s just nervous. That’s hardly definitive. A code of some kind. We should explore this further. I’ll get his number. Not just yet.”
“Keep looking. I want to leave no stone unturned on this. We’ll talk later. Oh, definitely an original… by one of the preeminent Dutch painters of his time. By an artist who, if I’m not mistaken, was not only Dutch but also Jewish. Your Honor, I’m not asking for anything that hasn’t been granted many thousands of times over in the last ten years. In this case, I don’t have time for a government lawyer to petition the court. Among other things, pay house calls to those I’d prefer not to have to… disturb. This is absolutely about the law, Your Honor.”
“Well, you think you still have a right to privacy with all this? My God, look at this place. It’s broken– the doorbell. This give you four weeks. Legal-ish, but far from official, and certainly not Estes-proof. Be very careful not to mistake this for a stamp of approval, or sanction from me for you to wage some sort of personal war. No, it is not. You lied to me about it, Carrie. Then right here in this room, when I called you on it… insulting… that barely scratches the surface of what that was. Four weeks, Carrie. Not a second longer. All of which makes complete sense after eight years of captivity. If-if Brody had really been turned, as you say, you know what he’d more likely be doing by now? Talking to the press outside his house, doing TV interviews, playing the hero card for every penny it’s worth. Get some sleep, Carrie.”
David Estes
“What did you expect? Hasan blew up 129 civilians in the marketplace in Ramadi. He’s been dangling this so-called attack for the last three months. We don’t dictate law to the Iraqis anymore. This is their jurisdiction. And Hasan is their prisoner. You had your shot. It’s over. Have them appeal to the Iraqi Army. JSOC can’t do anything either. I told you it’s over. Tell him I’ll be right there. Carrie, I have to go. I’m hanging up.”
“Last night, at 2300 GMT, one of our ground assets produced a live lead on an enemy operating base in the Korengal Valley. Nice of you to join us, Carrie. How is it you are the only analyst in this section that can’t get to a briefing on time? I wanted the whole group to hear this. Within the hour, Delta Team was on site where they identified multiple insurgents on our hit list. Minutes later, two UH-60 Blackhawk gunships lit the target with over 8,000 rounds. All 13 hostiles were confirmed kills. But, during the sweep, one of the deltas found something else– a padlocked door to an interior room. I wanted you to see for yourselves. Turns out he’s one of ours. Marine Sergeant Nicholas Brody. MIA since early 2003 and presumed dead– until now. According to Sergeant Brody, Walker was killed during their captivity. But that shouldn’t dampen what is a major win for the agency and for everyone in this room. You should all take a moment– give yourselves a big hand. Because of you, an American hero is coming home. Good job.”
“Not without looking like a complete asshole. I thought the army docs did a complete psych eval. So what’s the problem? I have the Vice President arriving as we speak. And I need him smiling and waving like a hero, like it’s the fucking Macy’s Day Parade. Well, I appreciate the consideration, sir. Not that I’m pushing for it.”
“Many of the men and women in this room are involved an extra measure of pride in welcoming you. Now, we’ve all read your debrief from Germany, so today we just have a few more questions– clarifications, really– that might help us in our ongoing fight against Al Qaeda. Good. Good. We’ll, uh, start with Stuart Strickland, lead analyst in our Iraq section. I’m assuming there’s a point to all this, Carrie? Carrie, how many times does the man have to answer the question? Well, apparently, he didn’t. Is there anything else, Carrie? Moving on, Sergeant Brody, I’d like to turn your attention to anything you may have witnessed or overheard when in captivity.”
“Saul? How many boards can one man sit on? You kissed Carrie Mathison into my debrief this morning. I’m curious if that was her request or yours. It’s not her resume I have a problem with. It’s her temperament. She turned a routine follow-up into a cross-examination. Kept trying to connect Brody to Abu Nazir. Is there something I should know, Saul? Because the last time I heard her like this, she bribed her way into an Iraqi prison, caused an international crisis. What did I tell you when I agreed to give her one more chance? I said it would end badly. For both of you. You’ve got a big blind spot where she’s concerned. Trust me. I did, too. Now my wife lives in Palm Beach, and I only see my kids twice a year.”
Mike Faber
“Oh, no. Oh… don’t get it. Don’t. Come on, Jess, talk to me. Tell me that you’re okay. Hey.”
“Marine! Welcome back. How you holding up? You look good. It’s great to have you home. Military intelligence. I know, right? Me, of all people, huh? Long gone, buddy. She divorced me between my second and third tours. Look, I hate to bring this up, but Langley wants to schedule a follow-up to your debrief in Germany. They asked me to arrange it. Tomorrow. I know. I said the same thing, but… this guy Estes, he wants it done sooner than later. Well, I’ll send a car in the morning. And when you’re up for it… I’m taking you to the Greeks for some steak and beer, buddy, ’cause we got a lot of lost time to start making up for. Huh? You, too. You, too.”
“Hey. Geez, you don’t call, you don’t write… we have to talk. ‘Cause you can’t keep ducking me. Yeah, well, you’re not the only one. Look… I understand you want to do the right thing and I support you, but, Jess… three days ago we were about to tell your kids. We were talking about moving in together. Hey, you want me to forget it? You know, all you got to do is tell me that it wasn’t great between us. Well… we both know you’re far too fine a judge for that, Geoffrey.”
Vice President Walden
“The President asked me to thank you personally. I have to think the short list for the directorship just got a lot shorter. Sure you are.”
“Sergeant Brody. It’s an honor.”
“Good morning, Marines. I said, ‘Good morning, Marines.’ Stand at ease. Sergeant Brody, on behalf of the President of the United States and a grateful nation, it is my privilege to welcome you home! Sergeant Nicholas Brody.”
Chris Brody
“Mom! I thought you were at the movies with Jody. Mom… mom, just wait a second. Mom! Come on, Mom! Mom, don’t go in there! Mom, just… tried to stop her. Mom. Mom! You said you had something important to tell us.”
“Not really. You look pretty, Mom. Pleased to meet you.”
“Mike’s brother did it.”
“Remember Mrs. Base? Yeah. She’s so annoying. I’ll do the corn. What’s tonight?”
“They’re gonna burn. The burgers. He comes around whenever she needs him. Yeah, he’s cool. Thanks. Coming! Mom, I can’t find my socks! Hey, Mom, Dad. They’re still out there. Do they stay out there all night, even when we’re sleeping?”
Dana Brody
“How come you’re home so early? Xander. I’ll text you later. Xan, your jacket. Why are you making such a big deal out of this, Mom? Well, he didn’t burn down the house. What, Ma? Come here, you two.”
“Do you even remember him? You coming or not, Mom? ‘Cause I don’t think it’d be appropriate if we were late. Are you really wearing that dress?”
“Hi, Dad. Hug him, Chris.”
“Jesus, Mom, just let him drive.”
“Look. We’re famous.”
“The math teacher? Yeah, she was, like, my least-favorite teacher of all time. So, do I have to be here? I was just asking a question. Yeah, okay.”
“You forgot to flush again, you little douche. ‘Douche is not a bad word. Hello? CBS News. He says he’s not here.”
Virgil Pietrowski
“Let’s go. Start in the living room. And good to see you, too, Carrie. Relax, it’s all good. It’s my brother Max. Max, say hi to the client. Out of your price range. I told you, for a grand a day, it’s gonna be bare bones. Hey, you got a bad feeling about this? You want to roll this thing up before we get started, you just say the word. Guy’s got game. The feed will be live by the time Sergeant Brody gets back to his house. Long enough. You would, would you? A clearer picture? Why don’t you shut the fuck up and get back to work, okay? Hey… I’m sorry, um… let’s just say that she’s a little intense. Yeah. What’s that? Let me see that. What do you think it is?”
“It’s just a minor glitch, give me a few minutes. Hello, Big Brother. So when do you want me back tomorrow Carrie. Okay.”
“Quarter after 8:00. Want a donut? Yeah? Did a number pop up on a tracer? No, not without a subpoena. And when it does, we’ll be there. All right? It’s all good. Relax.”
“As a matter of fact, yeah. Brody just lied to his wife. Max is tailing his town car. Brody just said he was still at Langley, but he told his drier to drop him off at Bluemont Park.”
“Well, we’ll know soon enough. I set up a directional mic near the band shell. Max, switch to channel three. What the…? Who the hell is she? Ah, well, then, she’s not Brody’s contact. Hold on a second. Max, will you give us a minute? Max, step out of the van. I didn’t think that this was any of my business. Now I’m thinking that it is. Clozapine? Just tell me I’m not out here risking federal prison on behalf of a crazy person. It’s not funny. If anybody at the Agency finds out about this… I looked it up, Carrie. Clozapine’s an anti-psychotic. Does Saul know? You know I love you, Carrie, but I got to be honest. None of this is making me feel any better.”
Max Pietrowski
“Hi. So, uh, you and Carrie, how long have you guys known each other? ‘Cause I’d kind of feel a lot better if I had a clear picture about who we’re dealing with. We are breaking, like, 12 federal laws. It’s what she hides in her aspirin bottle instead of aspirin. I have one of my migraines coming on, so… I don’t know.”
Helen Walker
“I didn’t think you’d be able to make it. I did. Twice. But your wife answered. Because I hung up. She hates me, Brody. Because I got remarried. Jessica reacted like it was a personal insult. Like I was publicly giving up hope that you and Tom were still alive. The Pentagon said you both were dead. And now they’re refusing to give me any information about what happened to Tom. How he died. It does to me. Were you there? Thank you for telling me.”
Ibrahim Hasan
“So I have nothing to say to you. Why should I believe you will do what you say? I have information. My family! My family! You promised to protect them!”
Marine Corps
“We’re ready for you, Sergeant Brody. Your debriefing. Touchdown in about two hours. You need anything? You’ll have some time with your family first. Then you’ll meet the Vice President who’ll introduce you to every major media outlet in the whole country.”
“Anyway you could delay the ceremony? He’s in the head right now puking his guts out. They did. I don’t know, David. Maybe eight years at the bottom of a hole had something to do with it.”
“Sergeant Brody, the Vice President’s here.”
Marines
“Good morning, sir! Good morning, sir! Oorah!”
Josh
“I’m just saying that I think that somebody somewhere is looking at him right now and thinking congressman or senator or… you know? Can I ask you a personal question? You’re married? But you wear a ring. Uh, I… I don’t know, I guess I’ve never heard it put so bluntly before. Come on, you can’t be all that bad. I would say that in this town you’re in good company. These guys are pretty good… you want to grab a table? Okay. Where should we go? Wow. Okay, I like it. Are you coming? Hey, Carrie, are you okay?”
Judge Jeffrey Turner
“What do you think? Relatively recent acquisition if I’m not mistaken. In a club with no Jewish members. That was your point, wasn’t it? How do you take it? A surveillance warrant of an unspecified subject on American soil– if this were a standard request, you’d go through standard procedure, Saul. So you’re asking me to issue a FISA warrant directly to… what is it exactly you do at Langley these days? …strong arm? Are you ever gonna let me off your hook, Saul? Can we at least act like this is about the law rather than a brief moment of weakness in my past? Hmm.”
Bartender
“Coming right up.”
Strickland
“Sergeant Brody, it’s a pleasure. A few weeks after your capture, Special Forces conducted a direct action mission against a former police HQ in Garma…”
Langley
“According to your debrief, most of your incarceration was spent at a secret military facility outside of Damascus. What landmarks or structural details can you give us to help pinpoint…?”
Langley 2
“Eight months you were smuggled overland to an enemy operating base in Afghanistan.”
Langley 3
“Now, after so many years, what prompted…?”
Reporter
“The turnout is overwhelming here at Andrews Air Force Base where Sergeant Nicholas Brody is scheduled to land in just under two hours. Now a White House spokesman confirms that the Vice President will be on hand. As we reported, Sergeant Brody is one of two Marines who went missing in action eight years ago, during a mission into Iraq, near the Syrian border. A former Marine Scout sniper, Sergeant Brody was operating in hostile territory when his spotter… the soldiers were then separated… …but after the announcement that Sergeant Brody, in fact, survived the eight-year ordeal and was greeted by a wave of enthusiasm from an American public eager to greet a true hero. More details on Sergeant Brody’s captivity are expected to come out over the coming days, but a military spokesman…”
“More details on Sergeant Brody’s captivity are expected to come out.”
Local Reporter
“How’s it feel to be back? Can we get a group shot with the yellow ribbon? Come on, come on. Yeah. If you could just line up in front of the tree, yeah. Family shot. That’s fantastic. Big smile.”
Local Reporters
“There he is! Brody, how does it feel to be free? Is it true you’re gonna reenlist? Are you going to reenlist? Would you ever go back out there, Sergeant? How does it feel to be home again, sir? Sir, are you going to reenlist?”
Crypto Team
“I’ve been going over Brody’s finger tapping with the crypto team, and I hate to say it, Saul, but there’s little, if any, repeat pattern combination. Not even a quadratic basis to work with here. I’ll keep trying as long as you need, but there’s nothing definitive one way or the other yet.”
Delta Team
“Get the fuck down! Get him on his feet! What did you say?”
Senate
“David, Senator Feldman’s looking for you.”
Tehran
“Yes. I’m not sure we can trust him. He says he can.”
Tehran 2
“Now you have only two minutes. Understand what I say– minutes. Ibrahim… we have to go. The guards, they are coming.”
Peter Quinn
Outstanding Guest Actor In A Drama Series
1 nomination: 2013
Dar Adal
Outstanding Guest Actor In A Drama Series
