Seconds after Dana gets to know her teenage daughter, that lady Finn ran over dies. This sends Finn into privilege overdrive, and Dana herself down a rabbit hole of guilt and that particularly Dana-esque ticking-timebomb quality where probably she will end up blurting out the secret on some kind of live broadcast. The acting is good and the parallels I guess are on point, but the story itself is not super interesting to deal with. Nobody has blown up or developed a mental illness yet, maybe is the problem.
Also happening at the Brody house: Estes and Saul tell Mike to stop pursuing the Tom Walker stuff in a rather chilling way, so of course Mike immediately heads over to Brody's garage and finds the ammo he used to kill his co-conspirator. Jessica is incapable of being surprised by anything at this point, so she just kind of bugs her eyes out and tries to figure out how her husband can be both a terrorist and an agent for the CIA and a Congressman, all at the same time. I guess at this point the CIA stonewalling plus the news that Brody is working with them will lead Mike to an "Inside Job"-type conspiracy place, which is where Lauder already lives. And when Jess leaves Brody for Mike, which seems more likely each week, I guess she can go live there too.
Virgil and dear Max are unable to lock down an ID on their first time out trailing Roya, so Brody is called in to identify her new contact. He can't do that, but does remember to tell Carrie and Quinn about the time he accidentally murdered the Tailor. So the idea is that this new friend of Roya's might be the new Tailor, and thus in charge of things like suicide vests, which means whatever the action is that we're preventing this season could be happening quite soon.
It also means that Team Quinn can investigate the Tailor's front in Gettysburg, which they've been watching for weeks. Roya signals that there's something to be found there, but before Quinn can find it, the new guy and a bunch of like paramilitary dudes burst in, gun down the entire operation -- including, possibly, Quinn himself -- and remove a large locker full of heaven knows what. I do hope he's going to be okay. I mean, national security is very important, don't get me wrong, but that dude is like, so interesting.
Carrie, caught between her weird bond with Quinn and even weirder bond with Brody, suddenly finds herself in the opposite bind from last year: Now that the love of her life is nominally working on the same side, it's more important than ever not to trust him. So did he know that Team Quinn would get gunned down in Gettysburg? Of course not. But he can't explain that, because the amount of shit that Nick Brody doesn't know is like, an unrealistic amount.
And then on the other side of that coin, Brody has no way of knowing just how unprofessional and out of control Carrie is at all times, so he's constantly misinterpreting her crossing the lines and sending mixed signals and genuinely being crazy about him as some kind of CIA mind trick. It is such a clusterfuck with those two, you guys.
Next Week: Mike Faber continues wading in over his head with this Tom Walker conspiracy stuff. Jessica continues to stockpile resentments, lies and distrust like an extreme couponer in the hopes that one day she will have enough saved up to divorce her husband without feeling like a ho. Dana and Finn progress to the next stage of whatever the point of their story is. Carrie and Nick, I'm thinking it won't be that long until they bone. And Quinn? I'll feel a lot better once I know either way.
Jessica was fickle, Dana and Finn ran over a person's mom, and Mike and Lauder slowly (and perceptively) started to put the pieces together about Brody's triple-agency. Meanwhile, Saul watched as Quinn went haywire on Brody, then turned him over to Carrie for the greatest episode of television ever made. In the end, Brody ended up telling Jessica he was working for the CIA, which like everything out of his mouth is both true and a huge lie. He and Carrie are "pretending" to have an affair, which can only lead to them "pretending" to have lots of weirdo CIA sex which is actually just them doing it.
Roya Hammad, how you do confound. First walking this way, and then another. But to where, and for what? Perhaps we will never know. Up to no good, we surmise.
Virgil: "I am watching her do nothing from a respectful distance."
Max: "I am standing around being useless and amazing to look upon. Such is my destiny."
Carrie: "I am having fits. Just fits, I tell you."
Roya stops and looks at a puppy, then pretends to check her phone. What's that over there? A super loud fountain? Perhaps she should investigate.
Carrie: "She's an internationally acclaimed journalist who is going on TV in about five minutes! Bitch, just go do whatever you're going to do so I can have a sandwich and apply my Latisse! You know, I'm starting to see why you guys find me so maddening."
Carrie: "No, not really."
Then comes a man. What sort of a man? Nobody knows. He has no name, nor has he provenance. He may well have sprung into being right here, next to this very loud fountain. With a face that no machine has ever seen.
Carrie: "Max and Virgil, get closer to them. I want to hear what they're saying."
Virgil: "It sounds remarkably like [the sound of rushing water]."
Max: "It sounds remarkably like [if you put my head close to your ear]. Am I being helpful?"
Quinn: "Why do you keep these men as pets? They have no function."
Galvez: "I have been here this whole time, on Team Quinn. If you didn't know my name already, spoiler alert but don't bother."
Carrie: "Have the machines ever seen his face?"
Galvez: "They have not. His sunglasses beguile the machines."
Carrie: "If only I were slightly closer to this op! I could run in there like a lunatic and ruin everything but also solve this problem. David Estes would make his one face he makes."