Jessica: "Welcome home! Get ready for bitching."
Brody: "Actually, shove it. I work for the CIA now."
Jessica: "Is that the truth?"
Brody: "A tiny bit of it, but yes."
Chris: "Dad, are you really home?"
Jessica & Brody: "Who are you? How did you get in here?"
And Carrie sits outside on the street, watching the first truth turn back into a lie.
Carrie: "So Jessica's cool, and Roya, she's gonna be cool?"
Brody: "Actually it was Roya who suggested I booty-call you in the first place, so I'll just tell her it went well."
Carrie: "Can you even fucking believe that was just yesterday?"
Brody: "I can't say I won't hold this hole in my hand against Peter Quinn. But there is just something so damned appealing about that guy!"
Carrie: "I know, right? What an asshole/prince of a guy! What a fantastic, wonderful piece of shit he is. I can't explain it. Nobody can explain it."
But here is the plan. The plan, which at this point you just have to laugh and give the show a hug, is that Carrie and Brody will "pretend" to be having an affair, which is their cover story for him being her asset, and so their booty call will now appear to have gone in a sexual direction instead of a direction where Nick was about one second from snapping the shit out of Carrie's neck and instead got his head bagged with fashion's most chilling accessory.
"If you need me for whatever reason, you just call and say you miss me. I'll do the same. We'll meet at my apartment."
Remember last week talking about how Superman wears Clark Kent like a mask, instead of the other way around? This is exactly the kind of shit I was talking about. "My cover story is my actual story." It's like that thing with the two doors and one of the guys always lies and one of the guys always tells the truth, only with this one you're like, "Okay, what's the trick?" and both of the guys are like, "There's no trick, we're both honest and really quite affable, feel free to come and go as you please."
Nobody survives intact. When you are telling the truth like it's a lie, or when you lay down all 52 Queens, or when you explode the very notion of a lie so that it covers the entire universe, then that's the world wearing itself as a mask. Does that make sense? It's called "divination" because you are being reminded of the divinity of all things; it's just opening up the tiniest crack in reality so you can see how wonderful things are behind the scenes and how much sense it makes. God wearing us. That's what truth nets you: Everything. And all you have to do is be brave enough to admit how small you always were.