He would’ve been a terrible father. I mean, you think I’m a terrible mom? I am, but he would’ve been even worse. He was happy to hear that you were on the way, though. He was. I think it was the last thing he was happy about. And I tried to hold on to that and feel it, too. Happy that you’re here. But with his being gone, I can’t remember why I had you. I loved him so much. When I close my eyes, I still see him there.
“These star-crossed lovers were never meant to be together. And every time they do get together something really bad happens. Even the power of this love that they have between them and the connection that these two damaged souls have found in each other, is ultimately a curse.”
Yes, a Carrie Mathison meltdown is one of Homeland’s most predictable tropes by this point, but for the first time, Homeland visually and aurally represented what Carrie experiences when her bipolar symptoms kicks in. Paranoia, sensitivity to lights and sounds, and, most upsetting, her inability to distinguish strangers from trusted friends. A sequence in which an ordinary walk through the streets of Islamabad turned into a frightening, emotional gauntlet (complete with an imagined shootout) was as harrowing as anything Homeland’s presented so far. [x]