Carrie comes a-whistlin' down the road to the safehouse like she doesn't have a goddamn care in the world.
Saul: "What the fuck, Carrie?"
Carrie: "I ran from that guy, see, but then I couldn't find you or get here, so I just laid low. Spent the night under a pile of magic carpets and baskets with snakes in 'em. Actually, I'm a little famished. Got any snacks?"
Saul: "I can't even... I don't even know how to be pissed at you right now. Here is the giantest hug."
Carrie: "Oh, and PS you can call off the whole operation where Fatima comes here to meet us and everything. I took care of it."
Saul: "You... 'Took care of it'?"
Carrie: "Yeah, I tracked her to her mosque for Friday prayers and got her intel on the spur of the moment. Seemed smarter than whatever CIA-approved plan your highly trained team of professionals might have come up with over the past week."
Saul: "Okay but there actually was a backup plan. It was to come here, where it is safe. Safehouse. It has the word 'safe' literally in the name of it."
Carrie: "Meh. I'm here now, and electricity is running through my whole situation. Also, you didn't ask me what she said. Trust me, it is awesome."
Saul: "What's the most fucked-up, unbelievable thing she could have said? Um, she coincidentally told you, Carrie Mathison, that Abu Nazir is going to meet with her husband, here in Beirut. Yes, that is definitely the most ludicrous..."
Carrie: "Aw, man! Ya ruint it!"
But real talk:
Saul: "We were supposed to meet her together, so you could talk to her and I could assess her reliability."
Carrie, who does not work for the CIA: "Meaning you don't trust my judgment?"
Saul: "Meaning the entire point of the protocol was to keep your judgment out of it."
Carrie: "I guess I can see the wisdom in that. But whatever, because it's too late now. That suspiciously perfect-sounding meeting is in the AM. We need her on a plane to Detroit like immediately. And also, fuck you for pissing on my parade. Like the one thing I desperately needed was a reason to have a mood swing. I'm going to take these contacts out now and return to my old way of seeing."
There'd be no way to know this based on the way he dresses on The Good Wife, but it's impressive enough to note that, in a regular shirt-and-tie, it quickly becomes clear that Andrew Wiley is keepin' it tight. No homo, but man I had no idea all that was going on.