Brody is racing to Pennsylvania to retrieve the old dressmaker. He is inconspicuously attired in giant red baseball cap. Maybe Kate Middleton should try that, and let the boobies run rampant! Brody sneaks into the back of the store and rapidly gives the subversive seam-master the 411. Naturally skeptical and curious the man puts up some resistance.
“How do I know you are the real Brody? He does not wear a red hat”
Then some very obvious G-men show up in a giant surveillance van and both start hot-footing for Brody’s car out back. This leads to a mild pursuit which Brody does a quick off-road maneuver to escape.
Brody does not pretend to be pleased with his mission and does nothing to allay the fears of the tailor. He bluntly admits he doesn’t know what the plan is or what will happen next but is just eager to drop the guy off and return to his pretend perfect life. The tailor begins to relent considering his life has just been saved but then, calamity strikes!
What are the odds??
In other news, Carrie is nervously calling Danny to try to get the scoop on the briefing and Jessica is walking around the fundraiser setup looking as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
Brody doesn’t have a jack of course but he is America’s Poster BoyScout and he starts improvising, adapting and overcoming. The tailor is trying in vain to loosen the lug nuts while Brody collects wood and wedges it under the car. There is an almost-tense moment when he is bent over in front of the tailor, who has a lug wrench in his hand and seems to be contemplating his options… but then Brody starts assigning him tasks to help make the make-shift car hoist work.
Wood, Nature’s jack
The car is up and Jessica is calling. Brody starts spinning a story for her about a labor meeting with his constituents and what the tailor overhears is not reassuring him that Brody isn’t just looking to take him out.
Carrie is pulling up to CIA Headquarters for the debrief and she is listening to her favorite freeform jazz, of course. I am reminded how much I hate Jazz and I can’t help but think that people with mental disorders that they are trying to get under control should probably be prescribed to stay away from all forms of Jazz. And probably dubstep. She is told to wait with an administrator, but gets impatient of course and bursts into a meeting where Estes has the debrief in full swing.
“Is the CIA cheating on me?”
Estes escorts her right back out and gives her the score, which is that she is greatly appreciated by God and country. However, she is still considered batshit insane and shall not be privy to classified information.
“What about this face doesn’t look sane?”