Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Please. I fucked up this kid's life.

[Reda] Hey, you called me.

I'm not here to draw conclusions. I'm here

Unless you're asked.

knocking on doors?

- You're letting him go? - I am.

He turned you against your family.

So you didn't actually see the report yourself.

[seat belt unlocks, clatters]

[breathing deeply]

Says here you have $120 million line of credit

[Saul] I made promises and didn't keep them.

Okay, what would you do?

I hate to be the bearer of bad news.

Who did the interview?

[woman speaks indistinctly]

[door closes in distance]

[Conlin] Did he agree to meet our guy?

[chair scrapes floor]

- [door closes] - [Dar] Madame?

I'm gonna fight you on this. Goodbye.

[cellphone clicks]

[object rolls, thud]

We'll be in touch, Mr. Nafisi.

- What do you suggest? - Saul Berenson.

[exhales deeply]

threatening a grave diplomatic incident, et cetera.

[Keane] I will. I'll do that tonight.

It's kind of an art form.

[chair clatters]

[indistinct conversations]

[telephone ringing in distance, indistinct conversations]

You gotta push him to meet Hafiz.

[Scott-Heron] The revolution

That is, pairing the existing warheads

[lighter clicks, cellphone thuds]

Well, of course you have. She's a beast, no?

[sighs heavily]

[Conlin] Delete the conversation.

Oh, I'm not looking for Clarice.

[engine rumbling]

Nothing "alleged" about it. We have footage of him

[exhales deeply]

[Saul] Previously on Homeland...

of national security is plenty sufficient.

Catch your breath.

I love the life that God has given me.

And no, it isn't business as usual.