Yup. CIA has the best shit.
Uhm, the same guys who've already watched Brody for 300 hours. Who are you?
The guy [who's] running things.
[surprised] Is that right?
And I don't like surprises.
Err, I'm not crazy 'bout them, either.
[mockingly] Crazy? Interesting word. --- [shaking hands with Carrie] Peter Quinn.
[warily] Uh, Peter Quinn from where?
[unwilling to take the information for granted] What... How many years?
Six at Langley, four on the Venezuela desk.
Like that. --- Are we done with the meet and greet?
So, we run a small team on Brody twenty four-seven. My team already hooked into the security cameras in the Rayburn building, tapping his home phone and cell. Anywhere else he goes, we have a man on him.
Saul and I already have a plan.
[patronizing] Hold that thought --- Brody has a meeting this morning at the CIA, and we want to throw him a jolt. So we figured go for his Achilles heel. --- Which is you.
So I'm in the building. I... I run into him?
Let it drop you're back at the CIA. That should trigger his fear that your theory about him is now back in play. And that should send him to his handlers, where you guys... will be there with cameras.
So, you want to tell us your plan now?
Uh, actually, it was the same.
[ironically] So... I'm only half a moron.
You were fucking him, huh?
An ER nurse. I'm not that into her.
You're pretty mouthy for an analyst.
I'm just saying, if he did to me what he did to you, got me fired and made me think I was crazy when I wasn't, sent me off to get my brain zapped, I'd fucking rip his skin off.
Your bullshit. We only have a few more minutes alone.
You still have your twisted theories about me, don't you?
Look, I'm sorry I called. I guess I thought we could be friends.
Friends?! Oh, yeah. Do I want to be friends with a demented ex-soldier that hates America? Who decided strapping on a bomb was the answer to what ailed him? Despite his daughter, his son, people who loved him in real life, not in the mind-fuck world of Abu Nazir, who in the end, didn't have the stones to go through with it, but had no problem sending me to the nuthouse. Yeah. No, thanks. I don't think I need a friend like that.
So what are you going to do now? Are you going to kill me? You going to blame it on rough sex maybe? I mean, how long can you get away with something like that?
I've had a pretty good run so far.
I seem to be good at this, if nothing else.
[Team breaks in and wrestles Brody to the floor, cuffing him]
If only the circumstances had been wildly different. You're a disgrace to your nation, Sergeant Nicholas Brody. You're a traitor and a terrorist, and now it's time you pay for that.
How does my wife know about Tom Walker?
I'll tell you how. Mike Faber. How the fuck does he know? You tell me.
You came to me, accusing me of lying about Gettysburg. Maybe it's you who's the one that's lying, hmm? Puttin' some bullshit on me.
Why should I believe you?
How? How? Have you really got this under control? Because it doesn't seem like it. And what the fuck happened in that shop? How did you lose those six agents?
We're investigating that.
Great. So you're hedging, Roya's hedging. This thing is on, I'm at the center of it, and I'm in the fucking dark!
[Walden is having a heart attack]
WWalden
[gasping] Call... an ambulance!
[Walden clutches at the phone, but Brody moves it away]
WWalden
What are you doing?
You still don't get it, do you? [fierce whisper] I'm killing you.
