Estes throws her a bone by telling her that there was some useful intel in the information she risked her life to grab in Fatima’s apartment, but won’t go into it any further. Carrie is crushed and Estes touches on the heart of her disappointment letting her know she would be crazy to expect reinstatement.
“How about this face? Is this less crazy?”
Brody pulls into a filling station and commands the tailor to stay in the car. Flat tire, no jack, running out of gas, way to really plan ahead for your terrorist expedition there Brody. The tailor tries the “I gotta go potty” approach and when he is rebuffed he says he needs more tobaccy for his old-fashioned leather tobacco pouch. Brody brusquely agrees to get it for him and the fills up, not realizing how his demeanor is alarming the frightened man. Predictably, upon his return the car is empty. Well, actually I predicted that he left his keys in the car and would get stranded.
Brody starts driving around the rural neighborhood and spots the recent refugee booking it down some railroad tracks. Brody gets out and runs after him into a forest. This scene is starting to look like the previews where Brody is dumping a body…
“What’s the world coming to when you can’t trust a fellow terrorist??”
Carrie is back home and packing a bag. Her father tries to recommend she take a nice nap to calm down but Carrie wants to be back home. Home is where the expired yogurt is.
Brody is in the woods closing in on the tailor when his phone rings. Perfect time for a rock to the head! That is one feisty tailor! It doesn’t do much damage but the tailor is off and running and Brody is looking less and less like key note speaker material. He sprints after the tailor and tackles him to the ground. The thing about ground in a forest is that it often is covered in bumpy things, or spiny things or downright sharp things and sure enough, this poor C4 sewing asshole is groaning and pouring blood from a stomach wound even as Brody tries to tell him that he’s only here to help.
“This may violate the rules of touch football, but in fairness, you did hit me in the head with a rock”
Brody tries to staunch the bleeding and tells the tailor to think about his family in order to stay strong. The tailor keeps asking for the hospital and I say if you’re involved in a terrorist plot against a country, you don’t get to use that country’s ER. That should really be the first checkbox on the admission form.
The phone rings again and Brody proves that we are all way too reliant on phones instead of being present with the world around us by answering. Of course it’s Jess and the gala is about to start with Brody bloodied and occupied miles away.
“Tell me you’re not in the woods killing a fellow terrorist right now, Brody”