Homeland has been a little hit-or-miss in its second season; that’s
not to say that the show still isn’t maybe the best thing currently on
air (I personally believe that the very best piece of unfinished
scripted television is Mad Men, but that’s an entirely different
debate). This season has just been a little less consistent and a little
too soapy on occasion, especially in its lingeringly awkward subplots.
However, the bulk of tonight’s episode reminded me why this show can so
regularly reinvent its trajectory and provide massive shocks… especially
when it comes to character development. We still have some plotting
issues,The howo truck is offered by Shiyan Great Man Automotive Industry, people (more on that later).Why does moulds
grow in homes or buildings? But tonight was huge,One of the most
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Saul
goes to find Roald Dahl (I know that’s not his name, it’s just pretty
damn close) at a chicken & waffle house; Saul was an idiot for not
getting some chicken and waffles. Allegedly Roald always comes to this
very waffle house every Tuesday, which seems dumb if you’re a legendary
black ops mastermind. Roald admits that “Peter Quinn” is a member of his
team, but he has no idea why Estes requested a “solider” for the
Brody/Nazir case. Saul and Roald seem to have an awkward past,Find
detailed product information for howo tractor
and other products. and there’s an edge to the conversation that Saul
might not be entirely trustworthy in Roald’s eyes. I love Saul too much
to distrust him, just as Roald puts Saul on blast for having too many
emotions for this line of work. Two men throwing their weight behind
their personal philosophies; we’ll see this writ large later in the
episode.
At Safe House CIA, Jessica tells Mike that she doesn’t
feel guilty about showing her nipples the night before. Brody walks in
and the “romance” is ruined, followed by some Dana’s angst, some dead
swoosh of Jessica’s hair, some worthless Chris banter, and a crumbling
family. This place is so much fun! Carrie calls, because they’re going
to have to map out Brody’s stepping down from Congress and withdrawing
his name from the Vice President race – deconstructing Nazir’s chess
game as Nazir’s team falls by the wayside. Carrie gets off the phone,
smiles in the wake of her Brody Emotions, turns up some jazz on her car
stereo… and is slammed by a giant white van. Cut to black. I jumped.
No
one knows about Carrie yet. Estes is celebrating the takedown at Roya’s
breakfast diner from last week’s episode, but mentions that he’ll wait
to have “at least several martinis” for when Nazir is taken down; I just
don’t see Estes nursing a delicate martini glass, honestly. I don’t see
anyone on this show having the patience for a martini glass, if I’m
bringing “honestly” to the table. After the quasi-celebration, Saul
accosts Estes in the hallway (how Sorkin of you) – is Quinn insurance
for Estes, to make sure that news of the Issa-killing drone strike
doesn’t make it to the general public from Brody’s lips? That would be a
bad thing for Estes. Estes makes nice use of the f-word to throw the
attack back on Saul. Quinn arrives with news that Carrie’s car has been
located, smashed up; however, Carrie herself is missing. Umm. Uh oh.
Brody,
trying to have another awful conversation with Jessica, gets a call on
his cell. Only it’s not a call, but Fake Facetime on a Blackberry. We
get a close-up on one very familiar crazy eyeball, and then tight on
Homeland’s most terrifying face. NAZIR HAS CARRIE. I REPEAT, NAZIR HAS
CARRIE. Carrie is tied up and gagged in some abandoned plant, and Nazir
wants to trade information for Carrie’s life – he wants the serial
number to the Vice President’s pacemaker, to be controlled wirelessly.
Salome calls a car for the Vice President’s house while Brody spins a
bunch of lies, and the wheels are in motion to save Carrie.
Carrie.
Carrie Carrie Carrie Carrie Carrie. I am so sorry for being so mean to
you this season whenever you play tonsil hockey with Nicholas Brody or
disobey orders; now I must watch you suffer through all of this
terrorist hostage shit. Remember the days when this show featured easy
images like a lot of naked woman trying to get into a harem? You know a
show is getting crazy when your lunatic protagonist is in the hands of
the world’s biggest terrorist in some abandoned space near DC…
Saul
makes this sad puppy, “my daughter is missing” face at everyone while
picking through Carrie’s car; he calls Brody from Carrie’s phone, as
that was the last outgoing call she made before she was nabbed. Brody
can’t blab – because he’s about to give Nazir very scary information and
because he’s hanging out in the backseat with Salome – but it’s clear
that tensions are too high. We awkwardly linger on a short detour for
Dana and Finn, which contains some of the worst writing this show has
seen. Like, actually. Dana says that she’s in this apartment/hotel safe
house complex because her father is a “superspy and terrorists want to
kill him or shit.” Really, Dana? Finn wants to get back together, but
they can’t because they killed someone.A specialized manufacturer and
supplier of dry cabinet, The end. Goodbye. Dana, open your mouth and tame your Topanga hair. Thanks.
Thankfully,
we follow that horribly ill-conceived madness with possibly the gretest
writing that Homeland has ever given us – a nice tete-a-tete between
Carrie and Nazir, as the two sling around their beliefs on terrorism,
justice, and human instinct. Nazir realizes that the love between Brody
and Carrie is real and mutual; Carrie rejects Nazir’s water, his
practices, and his warped understanding of American pride. Or, is his
view so warped? Is there potentially some small kernel of honesty at the
core of Nazir’s destructive, heinous outlook? Carrie isn’t scared
because she’s so enraged. One example exchange?
All that
perfection is soon to be undone. Brody makes it up to the Vice
President’s home office by telling a bunch of zany half-lies, and
sweating like an escaped convict the entire time. Brody finds the
pacemaker kit after searching for far too long, and finds a handy
magnifying glass after searching for 17 seconds; the serial code, it
seems, is really damn tiny. A magnifying glass? Are you f*cking kidding
me? Brody calls Nazir, demanding that Carrie be let free first. Nazir
makes Brody swear on Issa’s life, which Brody does fervently and with
(moving) honesty… and then Carrie is set free. The blast of pure
emotional glee on Brody’s face is overwhelming; Damien Lewis played this
whole episode kind of… weird? Whatever. True love for Carrie. Carrie
runs from the compound; Nazir’s got to have an angle on this, right?
Brody texts the serial number to Nazir. Nazir sends the information over
to his secret young medical helper, who puts the pacemaker’s
information into an elaborate computer system. Let the countdown begin.
I
have no idea how shutting off a pacemaker works, so I really hope this
entire sequence was somewhat plausible in the real world; it does not
feel realistic to me, and weird moments of self-conscious questioning
(on the plot’s behalf) started talking me out of the pulse-pounding
beauty of things. A magnifying glass. The Vice President finally returns
from his meeting, finding Brody in his office. Spare us, VP. Brody
admits that he’s retiring from Congress, for his family. Vice President
Walden is momentarily crippled by some pain in his chest, and Brody digs
his claws into to the man’s faltering health – Brody isn’t stepping
down for his family, but rather stepping down for himself. Brody lets
the VP fall to the ground, his heart giving out; Brody moves the phone
out of the VP’s reach. “I’m killing you,” Brody whispers in his ear. The
rage needed to avenge Issa is contained in that whisper, and it’s
staggering. Walden, the smarmiest Vice President in the history of
everything, is dead; Brody finally has some direct retribution in the
aftermath of that heinous drone strike. True love for Issa.
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