Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Unclear. Headed there now.

before coming into my house

You know, after the, uh, metro bombing and the...

Sutherland and the girl

[keyboard clacking]

but there were other files they wanted.

Why did you say you were reporters?

What are you looking for here?

Neither should you.

[keyboard clacking]

We'll clean up after.

You wanna know what this traitor in the White House is planning?

[president] You know, when I was a boy,

I guess I'm just more comfortable observing at a distance.

- I miss anything? - No, you're mostly right.

[phone line ringing]

[keyboard clacking]

I stopped watching what passes for the news a while ago.

Well, what if we could be alone for a couple hours?

A young woman, actually.

Wait, you knew my father?

[Peter] No, I just, um,

Physical therapy. It, uh, it took a while after I got shot.

You didn't hear that from me.

What, like here?

Were you followed?

- Can I help you find something? - [Chelsea] Pills.

Now we need to finish their work.

♪ He's a whiz when it comes to romance ♪

considering I wanted to spend my life with her, but I...

so I'm basically profiling anyone who looks remotely sketchy.

She's Secret Service.

Whatever. Dude will never pay for another drink in his life.

End of day, understood?

There is a rusted old wagon behind the barn, right?

- I don't disagree. - Good.

they'd never have put your ass back on a detail.

And Secret Service will just wait outside the door while we--

get stuck on the vice president's daughter's detail?