All language subtitles for She Spies - S02E19 - Wedding of the Century

Can we please hurry?
We're going to miss him.

How do you even know
he's going to be there?

I peeked on the ISD computers.
Peeked or hacked? Hacked so I could peek.

You actually hacked into a
congressman's classified files?

Yep.

Trenton Foster Jr. 's campaign's
coming through Los Angeles. At 12.30,

He's actually going to
eat off that roach coat?

Yeah, the guy has an analysis
swearing by the Al Roker burrito.

Have you seen the guys in
analysis? They could be Al Roker.

I can't believe you hacked into his
private files. If Mr. Christ finds out,

you could be in really big trouble.

I'm not going to miss seeing America's
most eligible bachelor in the flesh.

And how's Cross going to
find out? Oh, I don't know.

Maybe when hotel
security calls and says you're

hiding out under
Trenton Foster Jr. 's bed.

You're making me sound like a stalker.
If the shoe fits. Or the bunny boils.

I am not some crazed fan.

I just happen to like what
he stands for politically.

Really?

So you still vote for him
despite the hot factor?

Absolutely.

What exactly does he stand for?

Good things I'd like to vote for. Oh.

There's a peak inside your
mind I wish I hadn't taken.

Heck, he's not a groper. He's got my vote.

Uh-huh.

Oh, my God, there he is.

How do I look? Like Glenn Close
after she got off that rollercoaster.

Could you please stop with the
whole stalker thing? We can.

And you, swim pants?
Hey, I'm with you, Dee Dee.

I think it's really cool
that we get to see the

congressman while he's
in town campaigning.

Thank you, Duncan. At
least there's one true patriot

among us. One patriot?
One fatal attraction.

Very good. Nice to meet you, ma'am.

Good to see you.

Let's go press some flesh.

I didn't mean it like that.

Come on, don't you guys want to meet
him? This guy could be our next senator.

We get it.

Cute guy, yay USA.

We could admire Captain America
and his burrito from back here.

But you can't touch him from back here.

Okay, now you're scaring us.

So do you think it would be
appropriate of me to grill him on his politics?

Maybe not while he's eating his lunch.

I think he's finished. He just
threw his burrito wrapper away.

Do you think it would be inappropriate
for me to take his burrito wrapper home?

For me!

See anybody?

No.

No.

But I found a shell casing.

There are three career
criminals with one shot at freedom.

Now they're working for
the feds who put them away.

These are the women of
SheSpies. That girl's gone.

A city of angels

So exactly what happened? Well, I
dove right at Trenton Foster Jr.

and took him down, and the sniper bullet
just buzzed right over my head. You know,

another quarter inch and I
would have had a mohawk.

Or a skunk stripe.

Or, you know, a really
bad part in my hair.

So you actually put your life on the
line for a man you barely know. Well,

I saw the sniper and I
knew what had to be done.

My own safety be damned.

There you have it.

Duncan Ballew, the
selfless hero who saved a

young congressman's
life. Back to you, Paul.

So, what do you think of my
performance as an ISD plant?

I think it's unfair we have to keep our
identity a secret. My own safety be damned.

Tell me you didn't say that.

Yeah, that may have been
a little over the top.

Unless you're Mel Gibson in Braveheart.

Well, that's kind of fitting. I
mean, the whole Braveheart thing.

Uh, except you're not the Braveheart.

Dee Dee was. Trenton thinks I am.

Trenton?

Now you're on a first-name basis?

Well, yeah, after the news crews left,
we went out for dinner and, you know,

shot pool and stuff. He's
like a really cool guy.

The man of my dreams is
in town for only two days,

and not only do I miss meeting him...
But you could have shot pool and stuff.

Yeah, and who knows what a little pool
could have led to. Love, marriage, children.

A little extra cash if we'd hustle.

Uh, guys?

No, seriously, this is really annoying.

Trenton Foster Jr. was my destiny.

Apparently, you're my destiny, too.

What you overheard
probably sounded really weird,

but what I meant by you being
my destiny was... was... was?

Sorry, Deeds. You're not
giving us much to work with here.

Can I get back to you on this whole
destiny thing? My defense team's on recess.

Sure.

I really want to thank you.

All for saving my life.

How did you know it was us?

Oh, I've been around
long enough to know it

wasn't a simple man on the street rescue.

Yeah, more like a complex woman rescue.

The congressman is on the
intelligence committee.

He knew that we were investigating the
shell casing you found. Speaking of which,

any leads? Oh, there's a strong
possibility it's linked to the Kumar government.

It's similar to the shell
casings of ammunition used

by their terrorist cells.
Yeah, I'm not surprised.

I don't have many fans over there.

Because of your
controversial stance denying an

aid package to their
dictatorial government?

I'm impressed.

So are we. It's a far cry
from good things I should

vote for a position you took yesterday.

If you could vote.

So, let me guess. You're here
to thank us for saving your

life by taking us to a
fabulous restaurant for dinner?

Actually, I've
requested that you accompany

me for the rest of my stay in Los Angeles.

Oh, to be food tasters
at fabulous restaurants.

As bodyguards.

What was that?

Happy sound.

After yesterday, it's obvious my
security team needs a security team.

While I'm here, I need the best.

You'll be working in an
undercover capacity at

the Omega Hotel in Beverly Hills while Mr.

Foster is making his speech.

Oh, that reminds me.

I'd better get moving.

I still have to write
it. I'll show you out.

This is so flattering.

We actually get to guard a
congressman. Oh, flatter schmatter.

Bodyguarding's my least
favorite thing to do.

Even if the body you're
guarding looks like that?

A bullet pretty much
feels the same whether you're

taking it for Tom Cruise or Kira Topp.

Yes, but whose arms
would you rather die in?

Maverick from Top Gun or that
goofy redhead who hawks phone plans?

She makes a good point.

Now you're both scaring me.

This is so unreal.

Protecting Trenton Foster
Jr. is like living a dream.

It's a perfect way to get up close
and personal without being obvious.

A little late for that
after your happy sound?

Well, he's only going to
be in town until tonight,

and I had to make it really clear,
really fast that I'm really interested.

Yeah, well, you certainly made it
really clear that you were really fast.

I didn't mean to.

I just, I don't know. I've always
had this thing for Trenton Foster Jr.

I don't know what it is. It
just seems like the perfect guy.

Then just relax. I mean, what he's going
to be attracted to is the real Deedee,

not the come ravage me Deedee.
Yeah, because that's what guys hate,

the aggressive do-me-now women.

My point is, if anything, I mean,
he should be stalking you, Deeds.

You're the catch. Yeah,
and how many wives do you

know would take a
bullet for their husbands?

Let alone sleep with them.

How do you like the changes?

It wasn't a big rewrite.
Some last-minute adjustments

because of the assassination attempt.

Comforting your public?

No, pleading with the sniper.
Please don't shoot at me again.

Yes.

We found this paparazzi guy hiding in
a cart of mini shampoos. Nice legs,

but the camera as a fashion
accessory is a major don't.

I thought my press secretary was clear
about when he could get photos, Mitch.

I can't help myself. You know I'm
hooked on getting that one great shot.

You two know each other?

Mitch is one of the more
aggressive celebrity stalkers.

I prefer the term
sociological documentarian.

We prefer the term blood-sucking
leech. What do you want us to do with him?

You can take him downstairs. Make sure
you put him behind the tallest guy there.

Do what you like. You can put me behind
Shaquille O'Neal. I will not be denied.

The twin. They're ready for you.

Thanks, Hayley.

You know what, Hayley? I
wanted to run something

by you that I added to the end of
the speech. See what you think.

Okay.

We've been working on it together.

Um, I won't let the people of
California down, blah, blah, blah.

Okay, here it is.

You all know my press
secretary, Haley Swan.

We've been working
together for the last four years,

and we've decided to make
our partnership permanent.

We're extending our stay in Los Angeles so

we can officially tie the knot. Oh, Trent.

I can't believe it.

I can't believe my man is getting
married. Deeds, he was never your man. Deeds,

he was barely your acquaintance.

He was too.

We got acquainted in
that hotel room real fast.

Really? What happened in that hotel
room? I helped him write a speech.

I'm not sure this X-rated banter
is appropriate for the office.

That whole part about no more taxes?

All mine.

Politicians use that in all
their campaign speeches, Deeds.

I added an exclamation point.

Before that, it was
completely devoid of passion.

Deeds, look, I know you're
probably bummed. I mean,

especially after launching
his political career like that.

But he and Haley look
like they're really in love.

Yeah, right, love. You shouldn't even
notice his speech needed punctuation.

So, when you solve for
why, as you can see,

it's imperative that I was there
to save the Congressman's life.

My own safety... Duncan,
what are you telling her?

I was just... I actually came up
with a pretty interesting theorem.

In a time-space continuum...

Stick figure one, DD, or X, actually
requires the interaction of stick figure two,

Duncan, or Y, to interfere
and allow enough time T to pass

while the bullet goes over
the congressman C's head.

You made a mathematical equation to
prove how you saved the congressman's life?

Not all on my own, of course. I
still have to solve for B. B for bullet?

B for bull.

B for burrito.

As Dee Dee's momentum thrust me into the
crowd, an errant burrito was launched,

which subsequently altered the bullet.

You're saying a burrito
saved the congressman?

Inconclusive at this juncture. I'm
still testing the theory in my lab.

I knew there was a reason I hated
burritos. I knew there was a reason I hated math.

We're guarding Trenton
Foster Jr. at his wedding.

Yeah, she's guarding him
as long as he stays in L.A.

Yes, but at his wedding?

The sniper's still out
there. The Qumran terrorists

still pose a threat. Nothing's changed.

Yeah, I got it, but at his wedding?

Dee Dee's having a hard time
accepting that Trenton's tying the knot.

It's not a knot, it's a noose.

Since when did you think
that? Since she wasn't the bride.

Her heart's a little bruised.

Broken.

Ripped out.

Regardless, I need the
three of you on this case.

What if I told you I know of
a burrito who could step in?

The wedding's going to be held in
a private wing at the Omega Hotel.

There'll be extra
security and very few guests.

As an added measure, Duncan's going to
set up surveillance cameras and audio.

This is the woman you contact
when you arrive. Miss Galena West.

She's coordinating the event.

Isn't Kalina West the woman who
does all those celebrity weddings?

Otherwise known as the
Wicked Witch of the West.

Oh, no.

Please do not go where I
think you're gonna go with this.

Shane, you and Cassie
will be working with her.

Now, see, that's exactly
why I didn't want you to go.

Dee Dee, you'll be posing as
Trenton Foster Jr. 's personal attaché.

Why me?

Because he requested you.

He liked the way things were
before, and he's requested the same.

How about that, Deeds?

I guess you are his destiny.

Some destiny. Out of all three of
us, he picked me to get the bullet.

This room is beautiful. This is
exactly how I see my wedding.

Except for the whole death threat thing.

Can we please not talk about weddings?

Oh, that'll be easy. A
whole weekend of wedding

stuff and we can't talk about weddings.

Feels more like a funeral to me.
Could be if the sniper shows up.

One wedding and a funeral.

Wedding word again. Oh,
sorry, I just got the memo.

Give me a few minutes to let it
sink in. Oh, look at this rose bush.

It's so beautiful.

Smell me.

Duncan, is that you?

Look inside the rose.

Whoa. Oh, my God. It's
like Tinkerbell's camera.

Roving Rose PX7 sees you,
hears you, and smells good, too.

Take a whiff.

Never been a big fan of the word whiff.

Oh, my God. Burrito.

It doesn't smell like burrito. It
smells like a fragrant pink rose.

Eau de burrito.

Somebody call Chanel. Duncan, your
lab is in serious need of a cleaning.

Beautiful flowers, aren't they?

Ladies, I just want to warn
you before the guests get here

that Haley is really
nervous about the whole thing.

She has cold feet?

Well, not about getting married.

About the attempt on my life.

She was thinking about
postponing the wedding.

Indefinitely?

For a few months.

But I convinced her with the three of
you here. Everything's going to be fine.

So what do you say, Deedee?

Want to go find my bride?

Oh, yeah, sure. If you guys spot
the sniper, tell him to shoot me.

How do you think our stalker's doing?

Not too good if it ends up the
same way Fetal Attraction did.

Keep her away from the bathtubs.

I do have my work cut out for me.

Are you my help? Yes, you must be
Galena West. I'm Cassie, this is Shane.

Four o'clock means ready to go.

All right, well, we'll
just put our bags away.

You have five minutes to get
dressed and get back here.

We have to transform this
place into a wonderland

of champagne wishes and
caviar dreams ASAP. Go.

Exactly what part of go wasn't clear?

I'm sorry, are you timing us right now?

Ladies, a wedding is live
theater. Every action, every move,

every I do is on schedule.

Get used to it. Where's the tornado
in a flying house when you need one?

Should we remind Dees
that we're only on this

hellish mission because she was a stalker?

Crime never pays.

Zip it, Rosebud.

Hi. Oh, God, it's so good to see
you. Thanks. Thank you so much.

Thanks for coming out.

Hi, Senator. Thank you for coming out.

Your wife... Oh, God,
she's getting younger.

You know the real tragedy
of all this sniper business?

We could lose a promising politician?

No.

Even if I took the bullet, his fiancée
would still get all of his attention.

Roomstick. Incoming.

The bride should have had
her champagne 30 seconds ago.

We only got it 10 seconds
ago. Get her the champagne now.

Oh, I have no idea what I
want to do with that stopwatch.

Yeah, I've got an idea.

Oh, alcohol and appetizers all in one.

Better keep these coming, honey. I don't
want to lose this buzz I got going on.

Billy Carter just took out my train.

Why is it politicians always have
buffoons as brothers? I don't know.

I think it's a requirement if
you're going to run for president.

You know, I never
actually thought about that.

Trenton Foster Jr. might
actually be president someday.

So close to being the first lady.

Howdy.

Nathan Foster, brother of the groom.

And best man, if you know what I mean.

I'm trying not to.

You are one foxy lady.

What's your name?

Cassie.

Sassy Cassie.

Daddy likes.

You know, I'm the brother of the groom.

You know, I'm surprised
you're not at the bachelor party.

The stripper's already here.

Well, hot damn. Point me in
the right direction and push.

Chardonnay, please.

Um, we actually only have
champagne and strawberries right now.

Figures my sister would
marry the only politician

who cares about how he spends his money.

Oh, no, this is just for the
toast. A toast to being cheap.

Looks like someone else
flew in on a broomstick.

Haley?

Are you okay?

I'm just scared.

Thanks for guarding Trent and Dee Dee.
He said so many nice things about you.

But every time Trent leaves the house,
I'll be scared he won't come back home.

Cassie, can you hear me?

Duncan, what do we got?

Altercam is picking up movement by the
column just to the left of the gazebo.

I think he might be armed.

I don't know how you guys
do this, always living with

danger. It's not easy.
It never really will be.

But in a way, it helps you
appreciate who you're with even more.

Which I think is a positive.

It's a wonderful way of looking at it.

Thanks, Dee Dee. I hope you
and I always stay friends.

Yeah, me too.

So, are you ready to go back to the party?

Duncan spotted someone.

Inside? By the altar.

Hayley, I almost forgot.

There is a big surprise for you
waiting in the Versailles room.

We've got to gather everyone there. Okay.

Everyone, we're going to the
Versailles room. Big surprise.

Versailles room. Surprise.
Let's go. You're in danger.

Stay close.

Come along, everyone,
to the Versailles Room.

What do you think? Red carpet
treatment? Bring on the Oscar.

No time for acceptance speeches.

Paparazzi Mitch?

I didn't recognize you without
your dress. I know my rights.

I broke into this place
fair and square. Yeah,

you do have the right to remain silent.

I will not be silenced. It's a free
country, and I am the watchdog of the people.

More like a mutt. Let me go.

I'm getting this shot.
Yeah, I'm taking this shot.

Nice going, Shane. You pop the paparazzi.

Oh, come on. So I help one guy
get past security. Big deal.

You never put two and two together that if

the paparazzi knows where your brother is,

the sniper could find out?

Thing is, every time
I'm in a magazine picture

with my brother, I get a little action.

Somebody point me to the bar and push.

Okay, we're out the door
and to the right, buddy.

That's the way to his room.

Let me guess, someone has dreams of
being in the public eye like his brother.

To get action by default.

I'm guessing that's a step up
from the action he usually gets,

because that can get expensive.

Is Mitch the only paparazzi he
told? That's what he claims.

Are we seriously going to believe
someone who still uses the term foxy lady?

Guys, I need you to help me
figure out what to tell the guests.

They're all waiting in the Versailles
room for this big surprise I promised them.

Ladies, Haley and I
have changed our minds.

The wedding's off? Actually, moved up.

We're worried about security, so
we're going to get married tomorrow.

Hey, Deeds, I think we finally
found that surprise you needed.

Better send out the flying
monkeys and let Galena know.

This is a disaster. It can't be done.

The music, the flowers, the cake, the
goat cheese. Chicago wasn't built in a day.

Don't you mean Rome?

No, Chicago, the Broadway musical.

I did the rap party.
Keep up with me, girls.

She's right, Hayley.
You can't do this. It's

your special day. Your
sister's right, dear.

Just do the best you can,
Galena. I'm sure it will be beautiful.

We have less than 12 hours.

Eight of which are sleeping.
You can sleep when you're dead.

Girls, you have five minutes
to get into your work clothes.

We are going to transform
that wonderland of champagne

dreams downstairs into a wedding
wonderland of... of... wonderment.

You know what I mean,
so put a fire under it.

Meanwhile, the girl that got us into
this is getting a good night's sleep. Yeah,

well, she gets to sleep
when she's dead, too.

Now, the bridal bouquet here,
and the rest in here. Let's go.

Okay, I gotta drop. I gotta drop.
This is enough wonderment for the foyer.

All right, I'm officially over this.

What is that nasty smell?

Maybe it's because we've been up
all night working. No, it's not us.

Duncan's burrito rose is dying.

Oh, yuck.

Let's just move it over in this corner.

You're supposed to put this on.

Although God knows why an assistant
is a member of the wedding party.

I'm Trenton's attache, Kendall, not his
assistant. And the difference would be?

For the literate among us, two letters
fewer and an accent mark over the E. Touché.

Now I know why Trenton hired you.

That was impressive, Deeds. Instead of
punching her out, you out-punctuated her.

Cassie, can you hear me?

Duncan?

Where are you?

I'm outside in the surveillance van.

My rose is starting to
have some audio problems.

Oh, bride's here. We're on.

Everything's in place,
and there's your bouquet.

And on my cue, you'll open
the doors. Three, two, one...

Um, Cassie?

What, Duncan? I'm picking up a
strange ticking sound near the front door.

It's probably Cruella de Vil's stopwatch.

Don't move.

Lighting is crucial to capturing
the blushing in Blushing Bride.

I need to adjust the dimmers.

The ticking is, it's heavy and
dull. It's like, not like a stopwatch,

which is a sharp, more
fervent tick, tick, tick.

You mean like a...
Galena's left the foyer.

The ticking should have stopped.

No, I'm still getting
it. And Didi's right.

It's more of a... Let's go.

Let's go.

Suck, suck, suck, suck.
Can only mean one thing.

Hayley, throw me your bouquet.

Uh, doesn't that come later?

Throw it!

It's beeping. The
ditch has become a pitch!

Tea, someone.

Come here, Shane. It's
gonna blow. Get rid of it.

Bomb in the bouquet.

Flores. I'll stay with Trenton.

Cassie.

Dee Dee.

Shane.

Dustin, the floor. She's headed
your way. Can you read me? Cassie.

Nice job!

I'm sorry.

It was an accident.

Duncan, your timing was perfect.
You just short-circuited the bomber.

I'm a two-time hero?

These spies will be right back.

Brought to you by McDonald's.

I now pronounce you husband and
wife. You may kiss the bride.

And...

Any word from Cross about the bomber?

There's still debriefing,

but intel picked up
chatter leading them to believe

that he wasn't associated
with the Kumar government.

So the killer's been
caught, and my husband is safe.

This is the best
wedding present we could get.

Who knew the words, the killer's been
caught, would be an aphrodisiac? Yeah,

duck and cover and cover your
back's always spoiled the mood for me.

I can't believe he said I do. Oh.

Are you holding out for an I don't? Titi,

the minister asked if
anyone objected to the marriage.

He could have said something then.

One bomb for weather is enough.

Ladies.

Thank you. It was great seeing you all.

Bye-bye, you two.

Bye. I'll be with you in just a second.

Oh, I want to thank you for all your
help. If the spy thing doesn't work out,

I am looking for an attache.

I'll keep it in mind. Bye.

If you're interested.

This is Foster. Hey, how
are you? Good to see you.

He wants to hire me.

But making his coffee
and picking up his dry

cleaning isn't quite what I had in mind.

Hey, that's almost the
same as being his wife.

Many women would argue it's
the exact same thing. Hey,

at least he wants to
hire you. Alina fired us.

In less than 60 seconds.

Her new personal best.

Hello.

Right now...

Okay, bye.

Bad news.

Where's some ring-hot pink?
Cross wants his back at Comcent.

There may be a problem.

Then, lashing out like an avenging god,
in one fluid motion, I opened the van door.

My own safety be damned.

Duncan? Yeah? What are you doing?

This won't take long.

Just, uh, oratory reenactment of my
heroism. The interest is intense.

Somehow word even got leaked to the
press that I took out the bomber.

And by leaked, you mean you called
them and said, I took out the bomber?

No.

Honestly, I don't know how it happened.

All I know is that now I'm
like some huge celebrity.

They even want me to appear on Leno.

But you never took the bomber out? It
was a total fluke. I opened the van door.

Listen, I gotta get back.
They're waiting for me.

I just got to the good part
where I touched the door handle.

Can't believe it. He's a rock
star with a pocket protector.

Didi, did you ever go near the
wedding bouquet while I was in the foyer?

I'm a stalker, not a bomber.

And strangely comfortable with that label.

I was on the altar the whole time.

Then we had a problem.

The bridal bouquet was switched at
12.55. The bomb was set to go off at 1 p.m.

exactly.

According to Galena's stopwatch,

the bride was set to start
down the aisle at 1 p.m.

She would have been 30 feet from Trenton.

There's no way that bomb
could have taken him out.

So, Haley was the target?

She was standing right next to
him when the sniper took his shot.

But who would want to kill Haley?

Don't look at me.

This is what Duncan's flower
camera picked up in the foyer.

The florist wasn't wearing hot pink.

Oh, the only two people wearing
hot pink were the two bridesmaids.

And since it wasn't me,
it had to be Kendall.

She must have hired the
assassin, worked as a team.

But why would Kendall
want to hurt her own sister?

Trenton, Quentin Cross, I need
to speak to you and your wife.

I see.

No, no, there's no
problem. I'll call you later.

Trent's on a plane to DC,
had an emergency meeting.

He left Haley at the honeymoon cabin.

Oh, good. She'll be safe there.

I'm not sure.

Haley called her sister
to come keep her company.

She's not answering her cell.

Get out there.

What about these articles Duncan found?

Kendall dated Trenton
Foster Jr. for almost two years.

Five years ago. Sister's
dating the same guy. That's

a little weird. No,
no, it's not just weird.

Check out this twisted quote from Kendall.

Trenton Foster Jr. is the only man for me.

No other woman can give him
what I can give him, or ever will.

You guys thought I was
obsessive. Jeez, look at this place.

Lake?

Tennis course? Golf course?

This little honeymoon hideout
is bigger than Palm Springs.

Still smaller than Oprah's
house. It's gonna be really

hard to find them. I
don't know about that.

We've got a secret weapon on our side.

Stalker Didi.

Yeah.

Didi, if you were Kendall,
what would your plan be?

Since my assassination attempts failed,

any killing I tried to do
personally would have to

look like an accident so
I wouldn't go to jail.

Don't ever ask me to do that again.

So how's Kendall gonna make
it look like an accident?

I have absolutely no idea.

Oh, come on, Deeds, at least try.

Water is good, but it's hard to
make drowning look like an accident.

Leaving a gas stove on is a bit too
predictable, so I'm going with fire.

It doesn't leave any evidence.

So you think Campbell's going to
burn down the honeymoon cabin?

Hard to burn down a cabin
without leaving any clues.

See those windy roads?

Looks like this one
dead ends at the bluff.

Perfect place for a fiery car accident.

Yeah, it's good work, Deeds.

Good work.

It's totally twisted.

Well, twisted is what we were going for.

Kendall. Kendall.
Kendall. Please don't do this.

Stay still. Kendall. Kendall.

Kendall.

Kendall, please. Why are you doing this?

You're never going to get away with it.

Kendall.

Kendall.

Kendall. Please don't do this. Please.

Kendall.

Is it disturbing that your stalker
persona and Kendall are one and the same?

Disturbing?

Would you want to share your
persona with Norman Bates? He was a guy.

He wore a dress. You
guys, let's please focus.

Okay, Dee Dee, you take
Kendall. I'll go get Hayley.

How can I get Kendall?

Because twisted minds think alike.

Just because I can tap into the mind
of a psycho doesn't mean I am a psycho.

Okay, I don't think the single white
female defense is going to hold up in court.

Kendall! Don't! Kendall, you're never
going to get away with this! Yes, I will.

Kendall!

Get away!

I drop this and
everything blows. Kendall, please

don't do this. I'm your sister. Shut up!

Listen to me.

You're right about Trenton.

He does love you.

What? I should know,
shouldn't I? I'm his assistant.

He talks about you constantly.

What does he say about me?

You know how your sister can be.

She tricked him.

He never wanted to marry her.

I knew it.

It's supposed to be mine!
Trenton's supposed to be with me!

You're preaching to the choir, honey.

Let's go.

Stay tuned. She's Five will be right back.

Indeed.

Adam Duritz of Counting Crows is signing
autographs at Presidio Records tonight.

So, uh... So, you were
one of his biggest fans.

Don't you want to meet
him in person? Nope.

My stalking days are over.

Glimpse into the dark side
a little too disturbing?

Losing Trenton Jr. was hard enough.

Losing Adam would be like
pushing me off the deep end.

So you decided to do math instead?

The distinct purpose of
proving Duncan wrong, which I have.

See, since the sniper
was actually after Haley,

the burrito flying over Trenton's head
didn't matter at all. We are the heroes,

not some stupid burrito, no matter
what the rest of the world thinks.

I don't know if that's exactly right.

My math is wrong?

No, but remember how Duncan's
burrito made that rose go bad?

So we moved it to the corner of the foyer?

Well, if we hadn't moved it,

Duncan wouldn't have heard
the sound of the ticking bomb.

The burrito did save the day.

Do the math.

I just cannot get a break.

Duncan, what happened to your face?

I went to appear on Leno,

and not only did I not get on because
some monkey took up all of Jay's time,

but then the stupid primate bites
me in the face in the green room.

I can't believe a monkey bit him. I
can't believe a monkey stole his glory.

You thought losing out
to a burrito was bad.

A life hangs in the balance.

And the only way to save a she-spy is to
bring on the baddest girl of them all.

Back off. Trusting her will
either save their friends.

I need an ambulance. Or be
the end of the she-spies.

Gina, no!

On an all-new She-Spies.