Homeland

Previously on Homeland...

Saul Berenson, my new National Security Advisor.

We have a very troubling situation

that's grown more and more out of control... O'Keefe.

The only reason the Feds haven't caught up with me is because

of the courage and kindness of families like yours.

I'm proud to be fightin' on your side.

I'm gonna ask one of the guys to drive me to town today.

There's a bus station there.

Wait, wait, wait. What's going on?

I told you. I'm done. I need to go home.

FBI won't leave without O'Keefe.

Tell me where you took him. I will end this.

You think, what? He'll just turn himself in without a fight?

We go together.

Then it's O'Keefe and me. Agreed?

She's got some connection to Wellington.

A colleague, maybe? A secret girlfriend?

What about our last encounter

suggested I ever wanted to hear from you again?

I just need you to ID her. It's important.

- -

You know, not every shred of non-conventional behavior

boils down to an onset of hypomania.

There's a vast government conspiracy, and you're

the only person who could bring it to light. I know, Carrie.

You're acting like it's me off my meds.

I'm on my meds.

Are you aware that lithium can become ineffective?

It simply stops working.

- - Fuck!

Unlock my computer, or I will fucking kill you!

- Let me go. -

- - Aah!

Aah!

He saved our lives.

Yeah.

What was his name?

Carrie, you're not yourself.

You don't have my condition.

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

since I was 22.

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

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

Civil... war.

Madam President, please!

You have to put a stop to this!

It's only getting worse.

Is there no fucking line?

Ridiculous lies and accusations.

The White House is in crisis mode.

I'm talking about information warfare.

Our country is under attack.

The time to rise up is now!

I swore an oath to protect it.

Just think of me as a light on the heavens,

a beacon steering you clear of the wrongs.

- Dr. Meyer? - Carrie! Jesus. You scared me.

Do... do you have, like, five minutes?

I have a patient coming in.

I really need to talk to you. Now.

Please?

Five minutes.

Oh, my God. You're bleeding.

- Um, I'm fine. - What happened?

- Nothing. Uh... - There's blood on your head.

- We should get you to an ER. - I don't have a head wound.

A head wound would be a fucking relief. Can you focus?

O-okay. Why don't you sit down?

- I'm sorry. - It's fine. Just... have a seat.

- Are you gonna sit? - I'm not, actually.

Why don't you tell me what's going on?

I think you're right.

I think my, uh, my lithium is crapping out.

What have you noticed?

I'm jittery. My heart rate is up. I'm talking too fast.

I've been through this a zillion times.

I-I know what it looks like, so...

C-could we just, um... could we try another medication?

I'm happy to change your meds

once we have a better sense of what the situation is.

Well, I just told you.

You show up unannounced, looking like a truck ran you over

and tell me that the problem is your rate of speech?

I'm concerned you may be injured.

I am concerned you may need an HIV screen.

No, it's not like that. I'm...

I had a few glasses of wine and... and fell down.

It's embarrassing.

Have you been drinking too much in general?

Maybe.

- Blacking out? - No.

What else? Hearing voices?

No. No voices. No visions.

But...

I'm grandiose. I think...

we can all agree on that. And, um...

impulse control...

is becoming a problem. So...

When I'm like this,

it doesn't get better, it gets worse.

If... if... if the lithium is...

isn't working...

It saved my life, that drug.

I have a child. This cannot be happening to me.

You know the drill pretty well. Wanna get to the rest of it?

What?

Are you a danger to yourself?

Suicide? No. No, no. I-I...

I couldn't do that to Franny.

But it's safe to say I'm not as risk-averse as... as I should be.

Okay, does that mean you're a danger to others?

[man speaks indistinctly over radio]

[man speaks indistinctly over radio]

Okay, stop. This is far enough. Stop.

I'll take it from here.

For the record, this is fucking nuts.

Hey.

- Hello. -

My name is Saul Berenson. I'm looking for Brett O'Keefe.

Who?

Brett O'Keefe? I was told he's here.

- Somebody told you wrong. -

Hey!

Good boy.

So you're FBI?

I work for the President of the United States.

Need to talk to Mr. O'Keefe. It's important.

I told you, nobody here by that name.

Tell him I'm not leaving till I see him.

I'll go get my dad.

Hey.

- Carrie? -

- Carrie? - Hi.

Fucking hell. She's right here.

I don't have any idea. Would you call the precinct,

let them know we found her? Yeah.

- - Sorry.

We called every hospital, every...

- I just said I'm sorry. - Franny was terrified.

Why didn't you just tell her I was working?

Because you don't have a job.

She's not a baby. She understands things.

Not to mention the fact that we don't lie to our children.

Back off. Okay?

I was at the shrink, exactly like you wanted.

You were right. I'm... I'm...

I'm not myself.

At all.

[inhales sharply, exhales deeply]

Apparently, I've developed a lithium tolerance.

Dr. Meyer told you this?

Basically, she wants me to...

sedate myself into a coma to break the manic cycle.

- -

- Seroquel. -

That'll knock you out for a few days.

- At least. -

And then what?

Uh, we start experimenting with different drugs,

maybe augment the lithium with a second drug.

Maybe...

replace it altogether.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God. I can't believe' this is happening.

Hey, come here.

Maggie, I'm so scared.

Don't be. We'll get through this.

And we've been here before.

But we haven't. We haven't been here before.

I'm starting at the beginning again.

It... it could take...

months to find the right dosage,

or years, or... or... or maybe nothing works.

I can't raise a kid

if I'm at the bottom of a black hole with no walls.

- Fuck. - That is not going to happen.

You don't know that.

I know that we will do everything possible

- to find an effective treatment. - Listen to me.

I can't have Franny visiting me in a locked ward, ever.

I don't care what you say to her.

She can't see me like that.

- She won't. - Promise me.

I would rather you say I was dead.

- Stop. - I mean it.

I do, too. Stop it.

Now...

let's get you started on the Seroquel.

Okay.