You know, I can't think of another person I don't actually know -- know, um, fairly well -- that I would be able to predict something like that. Jessica Brody, hats off to you. Not only for gettin' in there and really goin' for it, but also: You deserve at the very least some sex with Mike Faber.

AND ALSO

Most gloriously of all, while all this is happening, Nick's at his house, alone, enjoying some TV and cereal in the middle of the night. For probably the first time in a decade. I wonder what he's thinking about? If we believe his story, he's probably just vegging out and it's very cute to see him curled up like that. But if any part of his story is untrue, then watching him live out these last hours -- alone and satisfied -- is not really all that cute at all.

THE SHOP

Saul calls home, where Virgil is skulking, to make sure the Boys know that Peter Quinn, whoever that is, is about to get a call from the scariest lady. He does, and immediately bounces (after reassuring her, it's worth noting, that she played it just right). The Boys follow him, and he gets on a bus and then gets off the bus wearing a different jacket and hat, and gets on another bus going the opposite way. Max gets a picture of the man he randomly starts talking to on the second bus, and it is F. Murray Abraham so you know it is a big deal.

Saul: "This is Dar Adal that Quinn is working with. I knew him 18 years ago, when I ran company missions we don't talk about, into Somalia from Nairobi Station."
Boys: "It would seem we don't know everything about Peter Quinn. But maybe that's okay, because the things we are learning just get more and more unsettling."

Or not. I mean, it's The Mighty Quinn. He's everywhere and nowhere. If you stopped loving people on this show just because they do evil shit, you wouldn't even watch the show. And he is wearing a limo driver uniform and packing a very large, very scary gun. Which as it turns out really does it for me, which is not a thing I knew or could have guessed about myself, but I'm willing to still blame it on Quinn. It may well be, I'm saying, Quinn-dependent.

But mostly, this is fine with me because Rupert Friend said a neat thing about Quinn after this episode, which is basically that he's one of those black-bag guys that is in so deep that everything becomes patriotism, that he is able to do these awful things -- hand-stabbing things -- because terrorists are so awful, and he just hates them. Like a junkyard dog hates intruders. It doesn't matter if the dog is a sweet dog, it matters that your junk is safe.