Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll keep in touch.

Track him down now, Nathan.

[whispering] No fucking way.

Look, the FBI and state police were all over this place.

Hey. Uh, can you deliver these to room 610, please?

[Peter sniffling]

Wait, hang on. Don't you have to keep this line open?

You saw it once.

I'll get you read in.

So call the White House and see who pulled my fucking security.

Everyone except these two out of the room.

[Peter] That's a good thing, okay? You need sleep.

[phones ringing]

You said on the phone call that you saw his face.

Do you know who Osprey is?

Right now large companies have sensitive information

Well, someone tracked us.

What'd you decide?

- Someone must've pulled them. - [Rose] What?

I think it has something to do with the metro bombing.

[dramatic music playing]

Thirty years as a federal agent, that's how.

[elevator bell dinging]

Sounds good. What, 10:30? Late breakfast?

It's okay. Come here.

The Campbells worked for us in counterintelligence.

I'd like to take another crack at the girl, see what she's hiding.

- [Peter] Thank you. - [man] You got it.

All we gotta do is keep you safe while we do it.

What if she tracks the call and sends someone here?

[tense music playing]

[Ben] Okay, here's what we know.

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, our biggest account.

So you didn't tell them what you saw?

Well, there's just a folder with a name on it, but it can't be opened.

[woman grunting, groaning]

[Peter] Here. Come on.

Yeah, I don't wanna find out.

Peter, where are you? We'll send someone to pick you up.

before his promotion, but...

Um, sorry, what's going on?

at protecting you than I am.

- What is that, Chinese? - I believe so.

[Peter] Me too.

So, what happens now?

- I doubt it. - So, what's your plan?

- Is that a--? - Yeah.