The fifth season of Homeland ended last night, and by my count, we left our girl Carrie Mathison as she was being yanked in at least five separate directions. Will she return to America, retrieve Frannie from her sister, and live whatever a “normal” life might look like for an ex-CIA agent who spent the last several months running from hitmen and tearing down terrorist plots? Will she take Otto Düring up on his offer to be his “partner,” which, by the way, was perhaps the least-romantic pseudo-marriage proposal the world may ever know? Will she change her mind and join Saul back in the field? Will she try, yet again, to make things work with the good ginger Jonas? And, most significantly, what is she going to do about Quinn, whose life hangs in the balance? Of course, these aren’t the only questions the episode — and the entire season — raised and has yet to answer. Let’s review what else we still don’t know as we head into this dark, barren, Homeland-less winter.
Is Carrie going to kill Quinn?
That was clearly the plan, as she walked into his hospital room, barricaded the door, pulled the curtains closed, and patiently waited for him to finish his dramatic VO. But what was the meaning of that light on Quinn’s face that gave her pause? Was Quinn, as he put it in his letter, popping up from his barely-conscious state to act as the “beacon steering you clear of the rocks?” If so, what are the rocks? Killing Quinn, or letting Quinn live? Either way, it’s obvious that as we await season six, Quinn will be our new Jon Snow, our new Glenn Rhee.
And as much as I want Quinn to live — that letter! that heartbreaking story from Dar! that entire face! — it would be totally fucking insane if Quinn lived. In the interest of keeping Homeland honest, Quinn’s gotta go. If it’s by Carrie’s hand, so be it; these two have always had a twisted relationship, and somehow it feels right that she put him out of his vegetative misery. Not to mention the entire thing is essentially Carrie’s fault, what with her standing by as he risked his life for her and then pulling him out of his coma before he was ready. This really is so sad, you guys. A Romeo-and-Juliet story for the millennial generation. What, I’m not crying, you’re crying.