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.
It's something that I think about a lot, letting yourself be the bad guy if you can handle that. That sometimes loving and protecting America means cutting little chunks out of your own soul, to the degree that you can handle that. I think regular people find that a lot less appealing than, say, I do. That movie The Dark Knight was so great because they kept coming back to this central idea of, doing good things for no credit is just a step away from doing bad things for good reasons, and being vilified for it. If you can handle being hated, if you can handle being the bad guy, it really opens up the playing field as far as stuff you can do. I mean, there's your parallel with Carrie, who was willing to blow Saul Berenson of all people once upon a time, to get the job done. Who was willing -- like a week or so ago -- to send the man she loved to Gitmo, if he didn't manage to snap her neck first, to get the job done. The job being, of course, to save the world.