Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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