Homeland snap fanfic No.18 – We need him
- I have people.
- Capable of containing a guy who got an entire street in lockdown with only one hand? They better be good.
- They are.
The day after Carrie’s meeting with Quinn at the psychiatric hospital.
Carrie, on the phone to Conlin.
CARRIE - I need to talk to you.
CONLIN - Talk.
CARRIE - Not now. I need to meet. Where are you?
CONLIN - At the hospital.
CARRIE - With Quinn?
CONLIN - With my colleagues. They were just with him.
CARRIE - Anything?
CONLIN - He’s not saying much.
CARRIE - No. Well. Look, stay there. I’ll meet you there.
Carrie and Conlin in a room at the psych hospital.
CARRIE - You have to help me get Quinn out of here. He won’t talk in here, it’s making him worse. If I can just get him away, he’ll be better. I’ve seen it happen. He just closes down in hospitals.
CONLIN - You’re right about that.
CARRIE - I need him. We need him.
CONLIN - Seriously? That guy?
CARRIE - I’m sorry? “That guy” knew something was happening before any of us. “That guy” probably photographed the real bomber on his way into Medina Medley the night before the explosion. “That guy”…
CONLIN - OK, OK, I get it.
CARRIE - Do not underestimate him.
CONLIN - That guy also took your daughter hostage.
CARRIE - That is NOT what happened.
Conlin raises his eyebrows.
CARRIE - Believe me, he was doing the right thing. He thought he was.
CONLIN - You see what I’m saying though, Carrie. Guy’s half-paralysed and he still took out an ESU guy and a protestor. You told me yourself he’s paranoid and crippled with PTSD. You really want him out in the wild?
CARRIE - I’ll take him somewhere safe. I have people who can look after him.
CONLIN - Seriously? Capable of containing a guy who got an entire street in lockdown with only one hand? They better be good.
CARRIE - They are. Gimme a minute.
She steps into the empty corridor outside. Calls Max, then Astrid. Doesn’t take long. Of course they’ll drop whatever they’re doing for this.
CARRIE - OK. I have a cabin upstate. If you can get him there, I’ll have people there. Can you do it?
CONLIN - Can I? Yes, I can. Will I…?
Imploring – almost disbelieving - look from Carrie as he considers.
CONLIN - This is on you.
CARRIE - Absolutely.
CONLIN - It won’t be sanctioned. I can’t be seen to be springing him. No official release. We’ll have to make it look… like I wasn’t involved.
CARRIE - That’s fine. Thank you.
They leave the room together, walk down the hospital corridor outside – they’re nearly at the end when a huddle of people walk round the corner right in front of them – it’s Quinn, with a guard on either side.
He looks terrible. Shuffling. Drugged. In pain. No light in his eyes at all, not even paranoia-induced alertness. The guards are holding him, but not aggressively. Holding him up as much as anything.
CARRIE - Quinn…
Her heart is breaking at the sight of him. Jesus, she has to get him out.
The two parties halt face to face.
Quinn looks, very slowly, up to Carrie. A momentary flicker in his eyes.Then gone.
She looks to Conlin.
CARRIE - I need to speak to him.
GUARD - He’s in custody, Ma’am, you can’t speak to him.
She looks again to Conlin. He shakes his head with resignation – this is against his better judgement, like everything else Carrie asks of him – pulls out his FBI ID and holds it up to the guards.
CONLIN - Two minutes, gentlemen. Walk with me.
The guards let go of Quinn. Without them he can hardly stand – staggers and slumps onto the wall. Conlin and the guards walk back the way he and Carrie came from. Carrie waits until they’re gone.
CARRIE - Quinn…
She leans against the wall facing him. He’s looking at the floor. She looks back over her shoulder to make sure there’s nobody near.
CARRIE - I need you to listen to me, Quinn. OK?
He mumbles something but it’s so slurred she can’t make it out.
CARRIE - What?
QUINN - I’m not crazy.
CARRIE - I know. I know you’re not. You are NOT crazy. You were right. I know that now. I’m gonna help you. I promise. You have to listen.
We are gonna get you out of here. OK? That man? He’s the guy I told you about. With the FBI. He’s helping us. We’re gonna get you out of here, but you need to help us.
People will come for you - but we’re not allowed to take you out of here, so it won’t be pretty. But don’t fight them. OK? Are you listening? Quinn?
QUINN - Yeah.
CARRIE - If people come for you, they’re with us. They’re with me. They’re going to bring you somewhere safe.
QUINN - How?
CARRIE - I… I don’t know. He’ll arrange it. But I have a place. It means you getting out of here.
He looks at her, listening now.
CARRIE - Max will be there.
He nods. That’s OK. He kinda likes Max these days. Trusts him.
CARRIE - And Astrid.
Quinn is confused.
QUINN - A…? A…?
He stops. Cannot get the word out.
CARRIE - She’s flying over. To help you. To help us. We’re not the bad guys, Quinn. We’re going to help you. And we need you.
He holds his head up a fraction higher on hearing this. Just a fraction.
Conlin steps back round.
CONLIN - Carrie?
CARRIE - OK. (To Quinn) You remember, right?
The guards come back round, lift him off the wall and Carrie and Conlin step aside as they walk on past. Carrie stands, watching their very slow progress, unbearably sad.
CARRIE - (To Conlin) Thank you.