“I am so over Jordon Catalano”
Well, lately Hurricane Sandy has been a bigger national security threat than Nicholas Brody and I missed a whole week but I am slowly getting back on track and that means back into the shifting sands of Carrie Mathison’s life. I am way late and missed an episode, so I expect water torture to commence. Which if administred by Flipt, will be unbearable and hilarious.
Luckily, I missed the best episode to miss, namely because not much happened. Oh sure, Brody was interrogated and even stabbed in the hand by an overzealous Bad Cop Quinn, but it only took one episode for Carrie to pull the whole story from him AND turn him into a counterspy against Nazir. Them are some deeply held beliefs! Carrie did drop some “I loved you” on him which at this point we aren’t sure if she still means, or is just manipulating him. Can’t it be both?
Brody returned home and soothed fair Jessica with a simple “I’m working for the CIA” explanation of all past behavior and disappearances. Maybe he can even pawn the Carrie cabin sleepover on a “covert op”!
The only remarkable thing that happened was some kid with diplomatic plates ran over someone on a joyride with his new girlfriend.
Or just another day in Washington DC
I’m personally a little surprised that Carrie believes he was so easily turned. The other thing I found odd was her telling Brody that Nazir’s go-to tactic was to target innocents and children. Isn’t that sorta the one thing he’s pissed at the US for?
We open in the Covert Counterspy Command Center and Carrie and the ever-mysterious Quinn are watching Roya, the lady terrorist (terroristress?), amble around DC, staring at bus stops and wringing her hands and otherwise acting just like a terrorist.
Virgil is on the case! Max is asleep in the car!
She meets with a shady-looking, be-sunglassed man in broad daylight, but not only does the team miss any audio due to a very cleverly placed gushing fountain; but Virgil loses the male contact in the bowels of the DC Metro.
Shady Grove, indeed
At Casa de Los Brodys, Brody is laying in bed staring vacantly at a glass of water. Jessica comes in to tend to his hand and hint around that she’d love some details on this so-called CIA work. Like for instance why it’s so stabby?
He pretty easily deflects her and she’s going to have to just swallow her dissatisfaction and sense of unease. WASP breakfast of champions! Jess tries to rouse Dana for school but her daughter is uncharacteristically sluggish. Dana claims she’s sick, but on behalf of unsympathetic mothers everywhere, Jess rips the covers off and tells her she’s fine.
“Did I kill someone last night?”