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Carrie tracks Fatima to her mosque, where we learn that Abu Nazir himself, coincidentally, will be meeting with her Hezbollah husband. Fatima's suggestion: Kill 'em both and extract her to Detroit, five million reward dollars richer. Estes doesn't trust this intel particularly (Carrie Mathison + Abu Nazir = Guaranteed Shitshow), but after a full-on panic attack, Carrie convinces Saul that, no matter how batshit crazy she is right now, they both trust the Carrie that recruited this asset in the first place.
The Waldens invite the Brodys to a fundraiser ball which, it turns out, is for a company that wants to supply bunker-busters to take out that fifth unexploded Iran nuke site -- against the President's wishes. Jessica and Nick clash over Nick's weirdly -- and increasingly verbal, and increasingly violent -- anti-military stance, and she takes Dana to Mrs. Walden's house the day. While the ladies are asking Jess for Nick's keynote presence at a vet fundraiser, Dana and Finn Walden become buddies.
Mike, Jessica's replacement husband after Nick Brody died, shows up at his office questioning the fishiness surrounding that time Nick failed to blow up the Vice President. Later on, he goes out to drink with their whole platoon, shooting down their questions about Tom Walker's life and death but conveniently leaving out the time they both became radicalized terrorists, the time he tortured Tom Walker for like hours, or the time he shot him dead.
But first, he's randomly summoned to the Pentagon so he can join the VP and Joint Chiefs to watch the assassination (it's seven hours ahead, if you were wondering, in Beirut). Visual confirmation of Abu Nazir is good news for Carrie -- she was actually right about this -- but bad news for Nick, who texts Nazir from the actual situation room just in time to save his life.
In Beirut, another rogue action leaves Carrie stranded at Fatima's apartment, where she eventually smashes people's heads with bricks, like a boss. One thrilling rescue later, she's back in panic mode, now bearing a knapsack full of papers and documents she'll probably end up covering in color-coded magic marker one of these days but are, for now, apparently useless. Back stateside, Carrie says a sad goodbye to Major Joy, puts her watch back on Eastern Standard and tries once again to forget how awesome life can be, and what a failure she is...
Except for the SD card Saul finds in the lining, containing Nick Brody's Al-Qaeda suicide video confession! Damn!
week: Carrie fools herself in several sad ways, Brody maybe kills somebody in the woods, Saul follows through on his new intel, and Jessica hooks back up with Mike?
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Against absolutely everybody's better judgment, Carrie was sent to Beirut to make contact with an old asset -- the wife of a Hezbollah commander with a time-sensitive story to tell. Back in play and feelin' fine, Carrie ran off in the middle of her first contact with handler Saul, and her whereabouts are currently unknown.
Meanwhile back in the States, Israel's destruction of (a variable number of) Iranian nuclear sites has everybody in a little bit of a panic. Congressman Nick Brody was vetted to be VP Walden's running mate in the election, their families are becoming inseparable, and a reporter named Roya Hammad is now Brody's main link to Abu Nazir.
JUMU'AH
Fatima's just praying like normal when some random white girl gets up in her face!
Fatima: "Oh, it's just you. Hey, Carrie. What are you doing at my mosque?"
Carrie: "If you've learned one thing about being my friend, it's that you never can tell what I'll get up to."
Fatima: "Okay but like..."
They head to some roof somewhere so everybody can see them chatting about treason and assassinations.
Carrie: "Saul got made yesterday, so I've completely disregarded protocol and lost myself in the majesty that is Beirut until such time as your Friday prayers could get up and crackalackin'. Pretty savvy, huh?"
Fatima: "You're a brunette now?"
Carrie: "For like five minutes. And also I am wearing colored contacts."
Fatima: "You really went through a lot to talk to me, huh? Makes a girl feel special. Also, though, I feel as if I'm going to get murdered in this episode. You're not even in the CIA, right?"
Carrie: "In some versions of reality, no. But either way, they flew me 6,000 miles to see you. What are you peddling?"
Fatima: "Remember how you offered a reward and my extraction for Abu Nazir? Well, get my five million ready and a plan to Detroit, because Nazir is coming to Beirut tomorrow, to meet with my husband. And if you could kill his ass while you're at it, that would be great!"
MILITARY-INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX FUNDRAISER BALL
Walden: "So yeah, it's true that only four of the five sites really got that blown up. The other one is just too well-protected. But did you know that the creeps throwing this party just happen to have a 'penetrating bunker-buster'? And that silly old President is blocking the export license. Just because giving Israel even more toys to play with would make us look even worse to the entire rest of the human race than we already do. What a pussy!"
Brody: "I can tell you from experience that very little, short of joining Al-Qaeda, would make an angry Muslim rethink his position on skinny ginger Americans. That's anecdotal but I think you see my point."
Walden: "He's just leaving Nuclear Iran lying around for me to deal with, when I become President!"
Brody: "Ah. Now that you put it that way, I see how this is all about you."
Walden: "Maybe you could join me at the Pentagon and help me convince the Secretary of Defense about this? He's a Marine, and you're like the Jesus of Marines, so..."
Brody: "Nothing would please me more than to help Americans put giant bombs in the hands of Israel. You can count on me, sir. (To blow you up at some point.)"
Mrs. Walden: "Jessica, we're both social climbers, yes?"
Jessica: "Indubitably. Are you about to ask me for a favor? Awesome! I've been wanting to get into the DC favor-trading game since my husband randomly came back to life."
Mrs. Walden: "Would you like to help me host a fundraiser for veterans with no arms?"
Jessica: "Got anything with like, pets? That's kinda intense for my first time out."
Mrs. Walden: "Your protestations don't register with me, but I'll tell you what. You do exactly what I say, when I say to do it, and we won't have a fuckin' problem. Got it?"
Jessica: "Oh my God this is so fun!"
Nick arrives, sickened by the military-industrial complex he hopes to destroy from within, and pries his wife off Cynthia Walden's jock one desperate fingerhold at a time.
Mrs. Walden: "Tomorrow, you will pick up your daughter Dana from the school I got her into, and you will report directly to my house. You will enjoy a weak happy hour cocktail in my back garden, and you will speak when spoken to. Am I clear?"
Jessica: "Aww, my daughter? But she is a total fucking buzzki..."
Mrs. Walden: "-- Am I clear, soldier?"
Nick steers his wife toward the car, mistakenly thinking the stars in her eyes are from the champagne. No, you fool! She has been seduced! Seduced by the very military-industrial complex her husband seeks to destroy from within!
Jessica: "Cynthia wants me to work with this group that helps veterans and work on a fundraiser with her and you know what Cynthia says..."
Nick: "-- You really want to help veterans? Take out every motherfucker at this party."
Jessica: (Wobbles.)
BEIRUT
Carrie comes a-whistlin' down the road to the safehouse like she doesn't have a goddamn care in the world.
Saul: "What the fuck, Carrie?"
Carrie: "I ran from that guy, see, but then I couldn't find you or get here, so I just laid low. Spent the night under a pile of magic carpets and baskets with snakes in 'em. Actually, I'm a little famished. Got any snacks?"
Saul: "I can't even... I don't even know how to be pissed at you right now. Here is the giantest hug."
Carrie: "Oh, and PS you can call off the whole operation where Fatima comes here to meet us and everything. I took care of it."
Saul: "You... 'Took care of it'?"
Carrie: "Yeah, I tracked her to her mosque for Friday prayers and got her intel on the spur of the moment. Seemed smarter than whatever CIA-approved plan your highly trained team of professionals might have come up with over the past week."
Saul: "Okay but there actually was a backup plan. It was to come here, where it is safe. Safehouse. It has the word 'safe' literally in the name of it."
Carrie: "Meh. I'm here now, and electricity is running through my whole situation. Also, you didn't ask me what she said. Trust me, it is awesome."
Saul: "What's the most fucked-up, unbelievable thing she could have said? Um, she coincidentally told you, Carrie Mathison, that Abu Nazir is going to meet with her husband, here in Beirut. Yes, that is definitely the most ludicrous..."
Carrie: "Aw, man! Ya ruint it!"
But real talk:
Saul: "We were supposed to meet her together, so you could talk to her and I could assess her reliability."
Carrie, who does not work for the CIA: "Meaning you don't trust my judgment?"
Saul: "Meaning the entire point of the protocol was to keep your judgment out of it."
Carrie: "I guess I can see the wisdom in that. But whatever, because it's too late now. That suspiciously perfect-sounding meeting is in the AM. We need her on a plane to Detroit like immediately. And also, fuck you for pissing on my parade. Like the one thing I desperately needed was a reason to have a mood swing. I'm going to take these contacts out now and return to my old way of seeing."
CIA HQ
There'd be no way to know this based on the way he dresses on The Good Wife, but it's impressive enough to note that, in a regular shirt-and-tie, it quickly becomes clear that Andrew Wiley is keepin' it tight. No homo, but man I had no idea all that was going on.
Estes: "Hey Saul, how come you wanted Special Forces on this Skype? I just assumed you were calling to tell us that fuckup Carrie Mathison -- hey, Carrie, glad you're okay -- made this whole thing up and/or accidentally got a building blown up or something."
Saul: "No, actually Carrie has lucked into a prime chance for us to take out Abbas and Abu Nazir."
Estes: "Uh huh, so this is something that Carrie made up in her head, yes?"
Carrie: "No! Fuck you! I did what you told me, this is the result! I can't help it that we're on a TV show!"
The area for the meet on Hamra Street is in Hezbollah territory, so it's like even the shithole that is Beirut looks at this neighborhood and says "Man, what a shithole." AKA, perfect for the trap David sees, which you can see too, now that he's explaining it.
Carrie: "But no! Fatima told me this! She heard him on his satphone arranging the meeting..."
Estes: "So Saul, you can confirm this fourth-hand story?"
Saul: "Well to be honest I was sitting here in this room, figuring Carrie had finally gotten her ass killed."
Estes: "Wait, so... Are you jokers kidding me?"
Carrie: "He's been beating her for like ten years, David. It's not a joke. She wants five million bucks and a flight to Detroit, it's not a setup. She's risking a lot."
Wiley: "For the cheap seats, let me review. An informant married, for years, to a Hezbollah commander turns up out of the blue, promising Abu Nazir to an ex-agent known to be obsessed with the man..."
Carrie: "Not out of the blue! This is about retaliation for the Iran thing."
Estes: "You're right about that, at least. In the middle of an international crisis, when Iran needs a way to discredit the US, what better than a Blackhawk Down fiasco, in a city we're not even supposed to be in in the first place?"
Carrie: "Well, you just sucked out the very last enthusiasm I had for any of this shit, so thanks for that. I'm gonna go lie down on that bed in there, because being a superhero is exhausting and I'm about to have a breakdown in a minute. Saul, if you're gonna talk shit, make sure you do it really loud, so I can hear you through the paper-thin walls."
WALDEN MANSE
The Waldens' DC home is like a castle! From France! It has all the amenities!
Dana: "Well fuck me, this place has everything."
Jessica: "Don't talk like that. In there, I mean. When it's not about my image you can talk however you want, I don't care at all what you do. Just behave for like, one hour."
Dana: "A whole hour?"
Jessica: "Okay, you're kind of cute. Don't quote me. On another topic, your dad said you walked in on him praying. Like, what does that look like?"
Dana, after impersonating him: "It was actually kind of weird."
Jessica: "Glad to hear it."
Mrs. Walden: "Jessica, hello! And Dana! Finn's told me all about you."
Brodys: "Well, that's disconcerting..."
Mrs. Walden: "Not at all, it's nice to meet one of his friends. Maybe even his first, ever."
Jessica: "Is there somewhere I can stash my ungrateful dau... I mean, Jessica was hoping she could find a place to do homework."
Mrs. Walden: "The East Library is just up those stairs, past the swimming pool, take a right at the tiger habitat and thence through the gallery of haunted candelabra. Locate the mantel panel that differs from the others in the shape of its carven rosette, give that sucker a quarter-twist to the right, and a door will slide open. Couldn't be simpler."
Jessica: "Glad we got rid of her! Now, what I can do for you?"
Mrs. Walden, verbatim: "I want you to meet the junta that actually runs DC. We've already decided who the keynote speaker for this fundraiser should be. Your husband."
Jessica: "I'll talk to him about it, but I'm sure..."
Mrs. Walden: "That's not what I said, maggot."
Dana takes a turn around the library, marveling at elephant-foot planters and a dartboard of Nancy Pelosi's face, before a trapdoor opens in the fireplace and Finn Walden jumps out.
Dana: "The hell?"
Finn: "What? I was just coming to say hi. You really are the worst. Anyway, you're like famous at school now..."
Dana: "For calling Tad a douche?"
Finn: "No, everybody does that. It was the part where you claimed your dad was a Muslim. That's, quote, a brand-new kind of crazy."
Dana: "The dean called my mom. She was even less amused than generally."
(He frames her, letterboxed, with his hands.)
Finn: "I'm picturing you in a burka."
(Her middle finger creeps up into the frame. They are cute.)
BEIRUT
Saul: "For the sake of America, David, I'm trying to verify this story of this lady."
Estes: "Our best intel says Nazir's in Afghanistan. How on earth can I dissuade Special Ops from thinking this ends with our soldiers ambushed and dragged through Beirut? Especially when I believe that too?"
Saul: "I also kinda believe that, David, but..."
Estes: "Everyone except Carrie does, right?"
Saul: "Yeah, but what else is new."
Estes: "Okay, well, it's your call. And thanks, by the way, for keeping her on such a short leash. Good job there."
Saul: "Can I remind you that I didn't want her here in the first place? Bitch crazy! Are you actually surprised she ran off and had this little adventure?"
Estes: "No, but I also wouldn't be surprised if she turned out to be right."
Saul: "Yeah, me neither. Right now, though, I'm just concerned with figuring out if this lady is for real, or if Carrie just desperately wants it to be real."
The answer is: Both. Which is why this conversation -- or the parts she can hear, really -- drives her right up the wall and down the other side. As usual, the best acting Danes does is with no words at all, so there's not much currency in describing her unspooling at this juncture, but after a long and lonely time of wigging out in the safehouse bedroom, she runs straight out that mother and up onto the roof, which is where Saul finds her.
Saul: "Oh, Peanut. You gotta come back inside. Anybody could see you."
Carrie: "I mean, it's not lost on me why people don't trust my judgment. Why you didn't even want me here..."
Saul: "Carrie, it's because you are great, okay. I don't want to break you."
Carrie: "It's gotta suck for you to be the one to decide. I get that."
"It fucked me up, Saul. Being wrong about Brody, it really... It fucked me up. Because I have never been so sure... and so wrong. And it's that fact that I still can't get my head around. It makes me unable to trust my own thoughts. Every time I think I see something clearly now, it just disappears."
Carrie: "But we're talking about Abu Nazir, I mean..."
Saul: "I get that would solve a lot of your crazy. But I can't risk American lives on a hunch."
Carrie: "I wouldn't ask you to. But see, I recruited this lady. Here, right in this city. And it's been eight years and a lot can change in that time -- you're looking at it -- but I helped her in an abusive domestic situation, Saul. I practically saved her life. I knew when she was ready to leave, she'd let me know. She'd be on my side."
"The way I am now, I wouldn't trust me either. But the Carrie who recruited her? That one I believe."
Well, that's all you had to say. We all loved that Carrie, you most of all. Saul makes the call. The operation's a go.
BRODY'S OFC
Tossing off Betsy's administrative questions, since his Pentagon dilemma's off the books, Nick runs around looking for his keys. She finds them, in plain sight, on his desk. And what about his five o'clock meeting? Brody tells her to reschedule, but he's right outside the door: His former best friend and his wife's former lover, Mike. Trying desperately to be off-hand, funny, charming. So Brody invites him along for the ride.
Mike: "So, Congressman..."
Nick: "Don't even."
Mike: "Fine, Future Vice President..."
Nick: "Oh my God."
Mike: "Heh, sorry. Here's the deal. The subcommittee report on Tom Walker's death came out a couple of weeks ago. I'm assuming you haven't read it, for obvious reasons. But it says he was a lone sniper..."
Nick: "Good! Er, I mean, okay."
Mike: "...Which doesn't make sense. He was the best shot in our platoon, he wouldn't have missed the VP."
Nick: "Except he did."
Mike: "Three times? Only to land a by-the-book kill shot on Elizabeth Gaines? Who is, from what I can tell, just some lady? There's something more going on than just Walker and his rifle."
Nick: "It was probably the Freemasons. The Illuminati?"
Mike: "Yeah, it's not just me. The whole platoon is whispering about this."
Nick: "Those same PTSD drunkards that started a riot at my homecoming party?"
Mike: "Okay, whatever. I'd think at the least you'd want to know more about Tom's actual death, and that is not in there. Can you use your clearance to see the classified stuff that's not in the report?"
Nick: "Okay, sure. Yes. And by yes, I mean no fucking way."
PENTAGON
Mission profile is, they are planning on capturing Nazir and Abbas, unless things get weird and then they can kill them. Saul and Carrie stay at the safehouse until the operation is underway, then they have 15 minutes to grab Fatima and get to a helipad on the beach. Estes and Andrew Wiley look at all the video feeds, satellite pictures, the sniper team and forward team, all the stuff that's pretty to look at in one of these classic setpieces the show does so mesmerizingly. Two minutes to go.
SAFEHOUSE
Carrie: "Why did you stop calling me, Saul? You're like the only person I like, besides my married ex-boyfriend I accused of being Al-Qaeda."
Saul: "Dr. Rosenberg said I reminded you of work and was effing up your prognosis. And now that I'm proving him right, it's like old times. Did you ever think we'd be doing this again?"
Carrie: "I hoped. I know, don't get too comfortable."
They share a private moment of pain; it's like a hug times a hundred.
PENTAGON
Being swept up in this giant operation means the Joint Chiefs of Staff -- including the Secretary of Defense, whom they're here to meet -- are nowhere to be found. Walden grabs Brody and pulls him into the situation room so they can watch it go down.
Nick: "Special Ops has an operation underway? In Beirut? Like, on the ground?"
Walden: "Tremendously exciting, no? But there's more..."
An advance truck comes out, clearing the street for everybody else -- coincidentally, near the ground team. Another truck shows up, pinning them in -- Andrew Wiley assumes this is Fatima fucking us, but Saul calms Carrie -- and shaking down all the storefronts. Civilians gone, Estes counts the hostiles involved and determines that this will have to be a kill mission. The ground team just has to sit there and watch the snipers do their thing! Very scary!
Brody: "Kill who? Who are they clearing the street for?"
Walden: "Abu fucking Nazir! Thought you'd be interested."
Brody: "Oh, I am very dang interested."
Another truck arrives, with Abbas and Nazir's lieutenant, Al-Razi. Separately, Carrie and Nick begin to shake, because they know her intel is good: Abu Nazir is on his way. But just before they can take their shots, just as Nazir is stepping out into the street, he gets a text from Nick: "MAY 1." Estes, and Carrie, celebrate just before the order is given... But he ducks away, saved again.
[Note: Aside from ruining the mission and taking out Nazir, Nick is also responsible for making some poor janitor have to clean up the shit Nick took while sending that text. Annoying. -- Rachel.]
The safehouse team grabs Carrie and Saul, already reacting to the situation, and shoves them into the car. All the Americans on Hamra St. got away, although Abbas and Al-Razi are dead.
Carrie: "What about Abu Nazir? We've got to loop back and find him, I'll shoot his ass myself! Easy as cake."
Saul: "No, this is Hezbollah turf and we've got like four people on the ground at this point. What matters is that your source came through. You were right. That is a 100 percent victory on your mission, and now we extract you and Fatima immediately."
Carrie's not going out like that, like some kind of chump. No sir. She gets Fatima's keys as they're loading her in, and runs up to toss Abbas's apartment now that he's dead. Grabbing a small rucksack -- at random -- she snatches random papers and documents and shoves them in there, to salvage something from this half-disaster. Downstairs, the Hezbollah thugs start rocking the escape van back and forth, giving Saul and Fatima both some serious wiggins. Once they smash the windshield, Saul can't wait any longer, and they take off.
Upstairs, stranded in Hezbollah territory, Carrie immediately gets shot at by a bunch of dudes. She runs up to the roof, thugs in pursuit shooting at her, and after a lot of running around Abbas's apartment complex, takes out a dude with a brick. Coming out in the Melrose Place area of the complex, a guy with a gun grabs her -- it's the other safehouse guy, who has been by the way a peach this entire episode. They come around a corner just as the van is driving up -- very exciting -- and everybody jumps in. Awesome! Awesome. Carrie succumbs to the freakouts, a little bit, but to be fair I wasn't there getting shot at, and still almost started crying my own self, so have at it.
ROYA MEET
Roya: "Hey, Nazir says thanks for the text message."
Nick: "How'd they know about the meeting?"
Roya: "An informant. We think it was Abbas's second wife -- really it was his first wife, but we don't know that, so I guess Fatima's safe -- but the real takeaway is that today's about to be a real shitty day for his second wife."
Nick: "You're a reporter. How can you have missed that I am a United States Congressman? Did you know I sent that secret message while surrounded literally by the fucking Joint Chiefs?"
Roya: "Yeah, you're a real champ. Like I said, nice work. But listen, we just lost two huge players in Beirut, so I'd be expecting a little more action in the near future."
Nick: "But I already did everything! I am going to keep saying that and never understand that it doesn't matter!"
Roya: "Whatever. As long as you keep doing whatever terrifying terrorist shit we tell you to do."
O'HOOLIGAN'S
Nick takes a second to pull himself together, and heads on into the class-warfaring drunken resentment of a Marine platoon that hates everything Nick's been given. He's done well to do so, because the crazy hot drunk one that looks like Redhead Jacob, Lauder, who always causes the trouble, he explodes on Nick like he's been practicing. Which, of course, he has.
Lauder: "How can you not have found anything? He goes from being a perfect shot to suddenly missing three shots? What about that whole fucking gavotte [nice!] on the steps of the State Department being a damn distraction..."
Nick: "WHOA. That is so weird that you said that. But anyway, for what? Nothing else happened. If that was the distraction, what was the main event? You think somebody got pulled down into the bunker with the VP and a suicide vest but then his daughter got a visit from a bipolar CIA agent and called him and told him not to blow up the VP or something? That's crazy talk."
Lauder: "[Maudlin 'Brother Marine' type drunk-talk, ending in pointing out that Nick's lack of interest in his death is rather unbecoming.]"
Nick: "You know what? Walker broke. He gave up everybody's position -- including yours, all of you here -- I was there, I heard it. And I know you're all waiting for some other explanation that somehow keeps Walker the guy you knew, but the fact is, Walker is not the person you think he is. He stopped being a Marine the day he turned traitor."
It's just jingoistic enough that even when Lauder tries to get back to the facts, everybody else just tells him to STFU. Nick Brody is a smart, smart man. But so are Lauder and Mike, and I don't see either of them giving up that easily. It's not like cosigning any amount of lies is going to make Nick love Mike again, so what would be the point?
BRODY HM
Nick: "Hey Dana. Lights out pretty soon, okay?"
Dana: "Jessica's going to ask you to speak at this fundraiser, and you might miss the crazy light in her eyes when she's talking about it, so do yourself a favor and just say yes."
Nick: "Thanks. Having secret alliances with your father against your mother is very healthy for a teenage girl. I should encourage this."
Dana: "It is my dream to one day say, 'I don't have any female friends' as though that's normal, and remain completely unaware that anybody who hears this automatically assumes I am a crazy monster."
Nick: "Who are you talking to on that chat machine?"
Dana: "It is called a laptop, and his name is Finn."
Nick: "Finn Walden? The 'moron'?"
Dana: "People can surprise you! Sometimes a seeming moron is just an ill-adjusted freakshow. Sometimes what you think is an average dead dad is really a Muslim extremist who comes back from the dead and ruins everybody's life."
GOODBYE TO JOY MENDEZ
Joy: "Well, I guess goodbye. This tends to be my role on TV shows. It was nice filming my three scenes with you."
Carrie: "You too! I hope you get to headline another series sometime soon. Maybe without any accents or anything."
Joy: "Also, thanks for risking your neck and sanity to almost kill Abu Nazir. That was almost something awesome you did."
Carrie: "Well, thanks. I'm going to go feel incredibly uncomfortable in my skin now."
She does. The saddest part is when she twists her watch back to Eastern Standard Time, and just sighs heavily. Like she's breathing out the entire idea and calling herself stupid for thinking her little vacation meant anything more. Letting the crazy go, breathing the routine in. A couple of days, it'll be her turn again to make dinner for the family. She can sit here until then.
BUT WAIT
Peachy Safehouse Guy #1 pores over the random shit Carrie grabbed at Abbas's house, coming up with nothing. Saul tells him to box it up for Langley, but he thinks it's probably mostly Fatima's junk and hasn't any high hopes. Then, the third person to touch the rucksack, Saul, right before boxing it up forever, feels something hard and weird sewn into the lining. Isn't that something. What could it be?
"My name is Nicholas Brody, and I'm a sergeant in the United States Marine Corps. I have a wife and two kids, who I love... By the time you've watched this, you'll have read a lot of things about me. About what I've done. That's why I wanted to explain myself. So that you'll know the truth."
Saul stares. The twist in his heart for Carrie untwists, sharply. This man was so good at hiding that he broke her, turned down into up and white into black, and she's not wrong. She never was. You could go crazy thinking about that. Or you could do the opposite.
WEEK
Manic Mathison finds some new awful way to embarrass herself in front of Estes, presumably; Saul decides what to do with this most explosive piece of evidence so far; Nick maybe kills a dude while presumably untangling this latest thing somehow; Finn's creepy teen agenda is probably not yet revealed; Jessica hooks back up with Mike.
JACOB CLIFTON is a freelance writer and critic based in Austin, Texas. He currently recaps Gossip Girl, The Good Wife and Homeland for TWoP. Jacob can be found online at jacobclifton.com, on Twitter, and on Facebook. IRL work appears in BenBella's SmartPop series of anthologies, his novel The Urges, and a novelette, "The Commonplace Book," appeared this month on Tor.com.