He offers to walk her out. I've always wondered if, and how, he loved her, long ago. Even when he's disrespecting her to her face, he does it with such respect. He doesn't spend a lot of time sparing her feelings, which I think is really respectful. Loving. It's how, I think, he would treat anybody, but somehow with Carrie -- of all people -- I've always thought he came across as a particularly good boss.
I find a lot of comfort in the unchangeable. I know that a lack of options is really scary for some people, because we think the world owes us, but just give me something hard to put my back against, to consider what's imperative among the things that are left. Once you know some things for sure, even shitty things, they just become constants in the equation and you can go back to focusing on the variables. The thing about rock bottom is that you finally have somewhere to stand.
She makes it to the elevator before she falls apart. The doors close -- they have to -- before Carrie can lean back, against the wall of the elevator. It's a long way down.
Once the flat's fixed, it's time for gas. Nick instructs Bassel to stay in the car, and he throws up just enough random protests in sequence -- "I need to pee! I need more tobacco!" -- that anybody who's put a three-year-old to bed knows what's about to happen. Kindly enough, Nick gets the guy another pouch of tobacco on the way out -- but Bassel has, of course, since vanished.
Is packing a bag, with her back against the wall, when her Dad finds her. It's clear they've found another way to violate her, to humiliate her, and he's so mad he can't see straight. What he can see, though, is the way she's vibrating. He reminds her once again of the importance of routine, of sleep and schedule, but for once she's with him on that: Yes. In her own bed. The only thing, now, that is hers.
After some chasing, some running, some falling down and standing up, Bassel manages to impale himself on some old jagged fence metal, and Brody spends a fair amount of time trying to keep him alive, because he is decent.
Bassel: "You are gonna need to take me to the hospital."
Brody: "Well, that's not happening."
Bassel: "But I'm going to die!"
Brody: "That is a failure of will, Bassel the Tailor. Sack up."
Bassel: "No like I got a hole most of the way through me, see..."
Brody: "Kill that thought, mister."
Bassel: "Okay, Marine stuff. Got it. Very helpful, this yelling at me."