Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

[radio chatter]

We have a vehicle on the way

[indistinct conversations]

I hope I can win you over.

not since early in the campaign.

Fine. I'll just walk there then.

Well, thanks for wasting my time.

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

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

face down fear,

[telephone rings]

We need to figure out what's going on.

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

Get away from me!

I know. [scoffs]

- Ms. Mathison. - Where is she?

There were whispers all last year about you.

- Tovah Rivlin? - Mossad.

Five times in ten days.

That guy? Fuck no.

It shows just how fucked we are

[President Morse] Thank you.

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

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

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

before commenting on that.

as they move ahead in their investigation.

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

[footsteps approaching]

- Who's that? - Not sure.

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

Almost none. I did find one thing.

He's working for the FBI.

just as we must face it down here at home.

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

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

He looks like government, man.

It comes with your Starbucks rewards card.

You got a minute?

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

He thought it was important.

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

[♪ tense music plays ♪]

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