Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right, we'll let you in on the fun.

[sighing heavily]

Getting shot, that started me on painkillers.

- Oh no. - Killed my cat.

Whoever that is, we know that they were part of the metro bombing,

I don't know why they needed it. I knew not to ask.

Wanna protect her? You have to know her better than she knows herself.

[crowd applauding, cheering]

But that still doesn't mean that I'm not up to it.

It doesn't feel safe out here.

Peter? Um, just a few days.

Emma was in my Russian intensive. Henry was taking Arabic.

Maybe when this is over, I could come over and--

[suspenseful music swelling]

I'll walk you through the files. See if we can figure out what they mean.

It's like they're trying to kill themselves with preservatives.

I can't do that to you.

Yeah, nothing left to say.

I hadn’t heard

Would you do it again?

Just a dentist office, some accountant buildings. Nothing.

- Okay, what am I looking for? - Shit.

Microwave mac and cheese, condensed mushroom soup.

Everyone's got their own style.

- You do? - Yeah.

[house alarm beeping]

I get tested twice a week to prove it.

I couldn't risk the killers tracking you, okay?

You spoke to the niece and her FBI friend.

- Mmm. - What do you think? Is it good?

[song playing on radio]

Uh, wait, ma'am, please. If we could just ask--

You know about his father, right?

Every worker here would like to shake your hand.

Always assume you're being followed. Keep pushing forward.

- Why? - It was inappropriate of me.

Why would my aunt and uncle want intel on power grids and gas lines?

So tell us, please.

Take off your shoes.

What are you drawing?

Didn't your POTUS like you?

Nah, it's his job to protect you.

[birds chirping, squawking]

[Maddie] Well, I'd love to see it when you're done.