Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[straining]
From right here, honey.
I was in the war room during Odin's Sword.
[Reece grunting and panting]
♪ Finger on the trigger, finger on the trigger ♪
Every step.
I owe you one.
[treadmill beeps]
It was fucking you.
Ben.
Well, I still trust you, don't I?
Yeah, she does.
Two, three hours.
[gasps]
[groaning]
I initiated a DCIS investigation.
- [silenced gunshots] - [man shouts]
[pained grunt]
♪ This shell of bloody...
[indistinct radio chatter]
Yeah.
Tony, do you have eyes on Reece?
You know, when I left Quantico,
Ma'am.
It's okay.
- For who, Secret Service? - One more guess.
Those men didn't just die!
a moral and professional obligation to address.
So you're saying that you didn't know about the tumors?
It doesn't matter. She lit the fuse.
♪ Every day, you love me less ♪
♪ Oh, the higher I'll rise ♪
♪ ♪
The trouble with you and your reporting is
You told me, and I quote,
I swear, I wanted to help you.