Saul returns to the interrogation room to bring cheese and wine to Eileen and hopefully get her drunk enough to stop being such a bitch. They start chatting about their roadtrip and Saul opens up about his wife moving to Mumbai. Turns out he moved to Lebanon to try to be closer but it didn’t really help. They are interrupted by a phone call ensuring the windowed cell and Saul tells her the signed order is imminent. He spreads out the photos, but Eileen says she has to see the document first. I am starting to suspect she doesn’t have any clue.
“This says city view; I really prefer ocean”
Surprisingly, she immediately coughs up a name and whereabouts for the mystery man. She also warns that the man is “gun crazy”. Something we learned last episode. Saul rushes out to make his call and dictates that she is to remain in the sunny interrogation room until he returns. Saul takes care of his bitches. And snitches.
Back at the charity house of murder, Brody returns to a deserted pool and decides to strip down for a swim. He floats around underwater in his underwear and either is having an existential crisis or is toying with the idea of drowning himself.
Worst party guest ever
Upstairs the Mr. and Mrs. VP talk over their screw-up son. They are concerned he is too afraid of his father and maybe they shouldn’t have bought him a car. Not a lot about the actual murder though. The Mrs. has already informed Estes, who will straighten out local police. The real concern now is Mrs. Brody and her big mouth. Downstairs Jessica finds a re-clothed Brody and begs him to tell her that their moral compass isn’t so skewed that they would cover up their children’s crimes.
Out front Dana finds Finn packing up his bags and apologizes to him. He has a world-weary way about him and lets her know that her naivete is about to be taken away from her. Dana insists her parents are different and the crime will be reported. I don’t know why this is supposed to be good news, but I guess getting caught is the new youth rebellion all the kids are craving.
“My parents will never let me go on trial, those squares!”
Brody is in the study with every other male DC insider and the host makes a toast to officially endorse a Walden-Brody presidential ticket.
Too much diversity to be realistic
Brody takes the VP aside to ask what they are gonna do about those darn kids. The VP lets Brody know the score, and warns him to control his wife. A hit and run won’t look good for a presidential bid and so it won’t be surfacing any time soon.
“This is just good practice for all the hundreds of hookers my son will end up killing”
Quinn is grimacing his way into a private jet and radioing information on the newly ID’d terrorist. He buckles up and is off to Newark supposedly. “I just hope that mute isn’t driving”