Pic Spam: Homeland Carrie-Quinn: 2.04 New Car Smell
The first episode that Carrie and Quinn meet one another.
Quinn: So, who are these guys?
Carrie: Um, the same guys who've already watched Brody for 300 hours. Who are you?
Quinn: The guy running things.
Carrie: Is that right?
Saul:Yes, it is.
Quinn: And I don't like surprises.
Carrie: Well, I'm not crazy about them, either.
Quinn: Crazy? Interesting word. Peter Quinn.
Carrie: Uh, Carrie.
Quinn: Mathison.
Carrie: Yes, I know.
Quinn: I like your work.
Carrie: Uh, Peter Quinn from where?
Quinn: Same place as you.
Carrie: Officer?
Quinn: Analyst.
Saul: Estes brought him in.
Carrie: So, let's talk shop.
Carrie: How many years?
Quinn: Six at Langley, four on the Venezuela desk.
Carrie: The cartels?
Quinn: Like that. Are we done with the meet and greet?
Saul: Yes. Moving on.
Quinn: So, we run a small team on Brody 24-seven. My team already hooked into the security cameras in the Rayburn building. Tapping his home phone and cell. Anywhere else he goes, we have a man on him.
Virgil: And what team is that?
Quinn:You'll never see them.
Carrie: Saul and I already have a plan.
Quinn: Hold that thought. Brody has a meeting this morning at the CIA, and we want to throw him a jolt. So we figure go for his Achilles heel, which is you.
Carrie: So I'm in the building. I run into him?
Quinn: Let it drop you're back at the CIA. That should trigger his fear that your theory about him is now back in play. And that should send him to his handlers, where you guys will be there with cameras.
Max: Roger that.
Carrie: Yeah, okay.
Quinn: So, you want to tell us your plan now?
Carrie: Uh, actually, it was the same.
Quinn: The same plan? Same plan, so So, I'm only half a moron.
*
Quinn: Nice job
Carrie: Thanks
*
Quinn: You were fucking him, huh?
Carrie: What?
Quinn: Brody.
Carrie: Who are you fucking?
Quinn: An ER nurse. I'm not that into her.
Carrie: You're pretty mouthy for an analyst.
Quinn: I'm just saying, if he did to me what he did to you, got me fired and made me think I was crazy when I wasn't, send me off to get my brain zapped, I'd fucking rip his skin off.
Carrie: Well, that's the plan.
Estes and Quinn seem tight ...
Making Carrie suspicious ...
Carrie: How come I've never heard of this guy?
Virgil: Who, Quinn?
Carrie: He was on the floor at Langley six years? I never met him.
Virgil: That's because you were in the Middle East.
Carrie: I don't know. Look into him, would you?
Virgil: Oh, sure, I'm not busy.
Virgil: Okay.
*
Carrie: Brody's at a hotel tonight-- the Ashford.
Estes: Why is that?
Quinn: His woman sent him away. We're getting eyes in the room.
Estes: Okay. Well, good work, everybody.
Saul: I have to go see an apartment.
Carrie: What?
Saul: I rented my house when I went to Beirut.
Quinn: Looks like we're the night shift.
Carrie: I don't have any plans.
Quinn: Like Indian food?
Quinn: Uh, or Greek.
Quinn: Greek. Sure. I like olives.
Carrie: I know a place.
Quinn: Good.
Quinn: So, was it work or love?
Carrie: What?
Quinn: Brody.
Carrie: What are we, girlfriends?
Quinn: Just want to know if you fell for him.
Carrie: Why don't you answer some questions for me, Peter?
Quinn: Like?
Carrie: Like um where are you from?
Quinn: Philadelphia.
Carrie: The fancy part? Mainline?
Quinn: Like that.
Quinn: Hill School, Harvard.
Carrie: Oh, good creds.
Quinn: Ah, it's a requirement in our family.
Carrie: You ever go back to Philly?
Quinn: Nuh, there's no good Indian food.
Carrie: And why does Estes like you so much?
Quinn: I'm pretty likable.
Carrie: Ah That's a matter of opinion.
Quinn: And reliable. I am extremely reliable.
Carrie: Crap. I'm nervous.
Quinn: I'm not. You're good.
*
Quinn: Jesus, how many times you got to tell her something?
Saul: A lot.
*
Get used to it Quinn ...
Quinn: So, who are these guys?
Carrie: Um, the same guys who've already watched Brody for 300 hours. Who are you?
Quinn: The guy running things.
Carrie: Is that right?
Saul:Yes, it is.
Quinn: And I don't like surprises.
Carrie: Well, I'm not crazy about them, either.
Quinn: Crazy? Interesting word. Peter Quinn.
Carrie: Uh, Carrie.
Quinn: Mathison.
Carrie: Yes, I know.
Quinn: I like your work.
Carrie: Uh, Peter Quinn from where?
Quinn: Same place as you.
Carrie: Officer?
Quinn: Analyst.
Saul: Estes brought him in.
Carrie: So, let's talk shop.
Carrie: How many years?
Quinn: Six at Langley, four on the Venezuela desk.
Carrie: The cartels?
Quinn: Like that. Are we done with the meet and greet?
Saul: Yes. Moving on.
Quinn: So, we run a small team on Brody 24-seven. My team already hooked into the security cameras in the Rayburn building. Tapping his home phone and cell. Anywhere else he goes, we have a man on him.
Virgil: And what team is that?
Quinn:You'll never see them.
Carrie: Saul and I already have a plan.
Quinn: Hold that thought. Brody has a meeting this morning at the CIA, and we want to throw him a jolt. So we figure go for his Achilles heel, which is you.
Carrie: So I'm in the building. I run into him?
Quinn: Let it drop you're back at the CIA. That should trigger his fear that your theory about him is now back in play. And that should send him to his handlers, where you guys will be there with cameras.
Max: Roger that.
Carrie: Yeah, okay.
Quinn: So, you want to tell us your plan now?
Carrie: Uh, actually, it was the same.
Quinn: The same plan? Same plan, so So, I'm only half a moron.
*
Quinn: Nice job
Carrie: Thanks
*
Quinn: You were fucking him, huh?
Carrie: What?
Quinn: Brody.
Carrie: Who are you fucking?
Quinn: An ER nurse. I'm not that into her.
Carrie: You're pretty mouthy for an analyst.
Quinn: I'm just saying, if he did to me what he did to you, got me fired and made me think I was crazy when I wasn't, send me off to get my brain zapped, I'd fucking rip his skin off.
Carrie: Well, that's the plan.
Estes and Quinn seem tight ...
Making Carrie suspicious ...
Carrie: How come I've never heard of this guy?
Virgil: Who, Quinn?
Carrie: He was on the floor at Langley six years? I never met him.
Virgil: That's because you were in the Middle East.
Carrie: I don't know. Look into him, would you?
Virgil: Oh, sure, I'm not busy.
Virgil: Okay.
*
Carrie: Brody's at a hotel tonight-- the Ashford.
Estes: Why is that?
Quinn: His woman sent him away. We're getting eyes in the room.
Estes: Okay. Well, good work, everybody.
Saul: I have to go see an apartment.
Carrie: What?
Saul: I rented my house when I went to Beirut.
Quinn: Looks like we're the night shift.
Carrie: I don't have any plans.
Quinn: Like Indian food?
Quinn: Uh, or Greek.
Quinn: Greek. Sure. I like olives.
Carrie: I know a place.
Quinn: Good.
Quinn: So, was it work or love?
Carrie: What?
Quinn: Brody.
Carrie: What are we, girlfriends?
Quinn: Just want to know if you fell for him.
Carrie: Why don't you answer some questions for me, Peter?
Quinn: Like?
Carrie: Like um where are you from?
Quinn: Philadelphia.
Carrie: The fancy part? Mainline?
Quinn: Like that.
Quinn: Hill School, Harvard.
Carrie: Oh, good creds.
Quinn: Ah, it's a requirement in our family.
Carrie: You ever go back to Philly?
Quinn: Nuh, there's no good Indian food.
Carrie: And why does Estes like you so much?
Quinn: I'm pretty likable.
Carrie: Ah That's a matter of opinion.
Quinn: And reliable. I am extremely reliable.
Carrie: Crap. I'm nervous.
Quinn: I'm not. You're good.
*
Quinn: Jesus, how many times you got to tell her something?
Saul: A lot.
*
Get used to it Quinn ...