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the contact list on my so-called all-access phone.

just as we must face it down here at home.

face down fear,

That's what he chose to do with his life.

We need to figure out what's going on.

as they move ahead in their investigation.

[radio chatter]

So far, no direct ties to any foreign terrorist organizations.

[Carrie] You ready to sleep in your own bed again?

That guy? Fuck no.

- I don't believe I do. - It's an honor, Mr. Berenson.

There were whispers all last year about you.

You got a minute?

Fine. I'll just walk there then.

[♪ tense music plays ♪]

I have no idea what you're talking about half the time.

I wouldn't be asking if I didn't absolutely have to know.

It comes with your Starbucks rewards card.

[telephone rings]

- Tovah Rivlin? - Mossad.

It's all quiet downstairs. I'll be on the couch.

you asked me, and I know it's right.

Well, thanks for wasting my time.

- Ms. Mathison. - Where is she?

[President Morse] Thank you.

I hope I can win you over.

But... I had the CI come by the office today.

Get away from me!

Almost none. I did find one thing.

We have a vehicle on the way

before commenting on that.

It shows just how fucked we are

Five times in ten days.

I know. [scoffs]

[indistinct conversations]

[footsteps approaching]

There's a standing no-surveillance order on her,

You break it, you own it, but you don't cut and run.

I'll start installing the security system in the morning.

He's working for the FBI.

not since early in the campaign.

He looks like government, man.

- Who's that? - Not sure.

Shit. I do remember that now... your request.

He thought it was important.