Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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