Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Haven't you driven enough people from their homes already?
Joseph.
- What? - Yeah, we're going to trial.
Iran doesn't want a nuclear weapon.
[scoffs] Do you keep photos of
[groans]
You did.
There must be some way to fight this.
Sekou, just-- just listen, okay?
this is the kind of thing that kills careers.
Sounds right. 'Bout time you learned to stand
but his report called the evidence conclusive.
I wish you could stay for Shabbat.
That we're still developing the intel.
I expected him to report the meeting.
You don't understand, Saul. You never have.
Yes, sir, I understand... [continues indistinctly]
I'm... I'm free to go?
[door creaks]
[indistinct conversations]
No, I wasn't. [scoffs]
Three decades of sanctions were killing us.
Fuck, man! Aah!
How 'bout going back to the judge?
[dogs continue barking in distance]
Yeah, I hear music sometimes.
- Please? - Which one is his?
- [continues screaming] - Quinn. Shh.
to the rest of the world.
[vehicles passing]
and make sure he knows that you're unconvinced.
Fuckin' spaz.
[Dorit] That's Daniel. His 7th birthday.
No, I don't think so, but...
Seven years? Forget that.
Ah.
[water spraying]
- I need a favor. - Of course you do.
That's up to the President.
Saul Berenson said this.
Sekou Bah cleared and released by tomorrow morning,
[horn honking in distance]
I don't think you understand.
[inhales deeply]
to be even remotely objective on this.
- Ask for it. Read it. - Why?
Where's Mr. Hashem?
I hope not.
I don't hear it anymore.
Your crazy sister, huh?