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How many?

Sixty-four.

Longest pattern yet.
Gotta get to 70.

Unit 9 only requires 25.

Gotta get to 70.

Hmm.

Um,

I'll be right back.

-This is Reed.
-Director Reed, I got your text.

-You wanted to talk in private?
-I did.

I have a question for you.

Where were you when
Greta Nelso escaped?

At a restaurant
across the street.

-And the rest of your team?
-Same, sir.

So your father was
alone with her?

-What are you implying?
-Not implying anything.

I'm straight-up questioning
your father's loyalty.

Then I'm questioning
your sanity.

After everything he's
done for this country,

where do you get the right
to suggest that he...

I have both the right
and the responsibility.

We did a postmortem sweep
of Dot Okoye's home,

and we discovered documents
in her private safe

that hint that Luke and Greta's
relationship during the Cold War

was closer than Luke let on.

Inappropriate at best,
possibly treasonous at worst.

-I'm gonna need you to keep an eye on him.
-You want me to spy on my father?

I want you to treat him like you would
any teammate who might be compromised,

and we both know,

if you're being honest with yourself,
then you must have doubts as well.

Come on, you're too good not to.

I need you to scrutinize
his decision-making.

Might go so far as to
try to gaslight you,

make you suspect others within the
agency so you don't focus on him.

Why would he think I
would focus on him?

Because you know him
better than anyone,

and if he's veering off-road,
you'll notice first.

Look, Emma, I know about
your application to Unit 9.

I also know that what I'm
directing you to do is tough.

But this is the job, Brunner.

And when you do it,

I'll make sure the Unit 9
button-pushers hear about it.

Anything important?

Well...

when we land, I
have to go to HQ.

There's more money now
connected to Dante Cress

that is linked to
Farkas' accounts,

and Farkas is willing to talk.

-Farkas has been CIA a long time.
-I don't know.

But if there's concerns about
any of us being corrupted

or compromised in any way,

I think we need to look into
that, no matter who it is.

-Yeah.
-You okay?

Me? Yeah.

He's still out.

Dr. Pepper's sedative
did the trick.

How are you feeling?

Takes me much longer to come
back from this truth serum,

unlike the old days.

But, uh, Roo was telling me that
almost everything was transmitted.

How much did you guys hear?

Uh... enough to know you
should really talk to Mom.

Shit.

-Yeah.
-Well, thanks again for saving me.

Team effort.

Not exactly. I was stuck
here babysitting a pig.

-I thought you were asleep.
-Hamsteak snores.

I think I'm allergic
to that damn pig.

Oh, by the way, doctor, is Emma
right? I'm in deep trouble with Tally?

Let's just say that, uh, you're
lucky she doesn't have the authority

to throw you out
of the safe house.

What did Greta give
you, sodium amytal?

Well, don't be too
hard on yourself.

That drug really makes you
let your guard down a bit.

You are just lucky that she didn't
use any of that new modern stuff.

You might not have been
able to keep your mouth shut

with respect to the last
two grid vulnerabilities.

All right, bottom line, she
took a shot, and she failed.

-That's all that matters.
-No, not a shot.

Two shots. Here.

What are you doing? Dad.

Doctor, just tell
me, what do you see?

A future of very
long HR meetings.

No, no. I'm talking about how
many injection points do you see?

She couldn't shoot
you in the arm?

Well, there's one here on the right
side, high up, in the gluteus medius.

That's where she injected
the sodium amytal.

But there's one about five centimeters
down in the gluteus maximus.

-That's odd.
-No.

That was her plan.

Is this what you guys do when
we fall asleep on a plane?

Wake up. This is
that dream you had.

Quick, take off your shirt. I
want to see your itchy chest.

I don't think it's
a swine allergy.

Let me see?

Ah! Temporary hives.

Telltale sign of
exposure to scopolamine.

She dosed you with SP-117?

Oh, that's the brand-new,
state-of-the-art super-truth serum.

Works much better
than sodium amytal.

Screws with the impulse and
retention centers of your brain.

That's why she didn't
inject me in the arm.

She didn't want me to
see the two needle marks.

-And she knew I couldn't see my own ass.
-Consider yourself lucky.

She wanted me to believe that I
actually beat the sodium amytal

because she knows I'm
strong enough to do that.

But she'd already given you the
much stronger shot of SP-117.

You didn't even realize it

because it makes you forget what happens
under its influence almost immediately.

That clever little minx.

And I gave Greta everything
she wants and needs.

So she has all four points
of power-grid vulnerability.

Because of me,

she can make everything go dark.

The country's left in chaos.

Just like Dante Cress wanted.

Russians? In Estonia?

They use the paramilitary
to maintain deniability.

But from their weapons,

Luke thinks they were sent by the
Russian Foreign Intelligence Service.

-That they were there for Greta.
-I thought she was Stasi.

Stasi functioned as an arm of
the KGB during the Cold War.

The KGB are the ones
who want Greta dead,

and there are former KGB
in Russia's SVR today.

To them, Greta's the
one that got away.

Russians don't give up. How'd
they find her safe house?

The Russians must have known about
it through some old Stasi files.

But they wouldn't have had it under
surveillance after all these years.

So forget the safe house.

The bigger question is...

...how did they know
Greta was in Estonia?

No idea.

Felipe, I have the next
target. We'll be...

Hello, Greta.

Don't worry. My
men are long gone.

It's just you and Felipe.

Dante Cress.

We had a timeline. You've
been in the US for days,

and things haven't
progressed as I'd hoped.

We hit a hiccup, but now I
have all four vulnerabilities.

Speaking of vulnerability, the
explosive device on Felipe's neck

is locked remotely and has
weight and balance sensors,

and if you try to free him, if
he moves as much as three inches,

it detonates.

Move back behind the X. I
need to protect my investment.

I can appreciate
this is upsetting

because I know what this
young man means to you.

Felipe Costa, 22, street
mechanic you picked up

when he tried to steal your purse
in Porto Alegre when he was just 14.

Worked with you ever since,

B&Es, safe cracks, anything
requiring nimble fingers.

You put him anywhere
but in the line of fire.

Hmm. He's a merc,
like any other.

I need them all to
get the job done.

And that's why I'm giving
you the chance to save him.

Three questions.

You only need to get one
right to save his life.

This is not necessary.

According to Sun
Tzu's Art of War,

what has no country
ever benefited from?

What?

You heard the question.

Answer it correctly,
Felipe lives.

And I know you want that.

No country has ever benefited
from a lack of preparation.

Incorrect.

No country ever benefited
from prolonged conflict.

Your failures have prolonged
this conflict with the CIA.

That is a problem for me.

I get your point. I really do. Now
just... Just, please, turn off the collar.

Question two.

Finish this
statement by Sun Tzu.

"Attack him when he's
unprepared and..."

And...

prepare when it's unexpected.

Incorrect.

Attack him when he's unprepared and
appear where you are not expected.

You were clearly expected at
Beaumont Lake power plant.

The CIA surmised your plan,
and as a result you failed.

Final question.

You might want to say your goodbyes
to Felipe now, just in case.

Nothing is going
to happen to you.

Nothing.

All warfare is based on what?

A tenet of Sun Tzu

was that all warfare
was based on deception.

That is correct.

Okay, please, turn
off the collar.

Let the lesson be clear.

I do not like to
be kept waiting.

This isn't like you to let
something like this happen.

What's done is done.

Yes, she has intel, but I have
my own inside information on her.

She had a dark past, but she
also has some good in her heart,

and that's how we beat her.

The woman who drugged you and
is trying to destroy the world.

You want to appeal
to her better angels?

She told me herself, she's
been freelancing for years.

Alone, lonely, always having
to look over her shoulder,

not being able to trust anybody.

Then all of a sudden she
was offered the big money,

and she accepted it from
a very dangerous guy.

But Greta is smart enough not
to double-cross Dante Cress.

There's no way out for her

unless we offer her a way

Do you think she's gonna
cut bait on this grid plan?

She doesn't have any
darkness in her heart.

Come on.

What do you think? I'd have a
relationship with someone that's evil?

No, she's just misguided.

If we neutralize Dante Cress,

there'll be no reason for her
to continue with her attacks.

That is a lot of faith in a
woman who just kidnapped you.

I'm not asking you
to have faith in her.

I'm asking you to
have faith in me.

But...

Fine.

Good.

Now, Aldon, where are we with
the cracking the BlackBerry?

-This is our best lead to Dante Cress.
-Tina still has OTS working on it.

Okay. Then when you and Roo go back
to the safe house, follow up with her.

Until we have our finger on Dante
Cress, we have to focus on Greta.

We have to find out
where her targets are

before she finds out
how to take them down.

We only have two of
the four targets.

There's someone on the plane
that knows the other two,

and I know somebody
who can make him talk.

In five minutes, we land.

Emma, Dr. Pepper, and me, we're
gonna visit an old buddy of ours.

This is where he
lives? Seems so normal.

Don't tug at it.

It's tighter than the collar
I had on my crown jewels.

Move more than 50 feet from this
remote, and that thigh cuff detonates.

Your femoral artery will shred,
and you'll bleed out in seconds.

This is a dangerous device,
so once again, don't tug.

Howdy, partners.

Norm.

You guys are so lucky
to get me on a Tuesday

'cause usually I have Canasta, but
Mrs. Turtletaub's gout flared up.

And so we had to postpone...

-Is that...
-Hello, mate.

Chips!

Bloody hell good to
see you, governor!

I don't follow how two
you know each other.

I got booked on a job to interrogate
Theo a few years ago in Nairobi.

They told me a surprise was coming.
How delightful that it's you...

Hold on a tick. How
is this even possible?

How are you available?
It's Canasta Tuesday.

Mrs. Turtletaub.

No. The gout?

Again? What a bloody shame.

I know how much you look
forward to Canasta Tuesdays.

Unbelievable, don't you think?

Oh my God, can we just
wire him up already?

It'd be a waste of time wiring
him up. I wired him up in Nairobi.

Let me tell you. I put him through
hell. I did awful things to him.

Yes, he really did.

Know how much information
I got out of him?

273.15 Celsius on
the Kelvin scale.

Absolute zero.

Brilliant wordplay, old chap.

-Old chap.
-Yeah.

I love it when he
calls me English names.

He's Bruce Willis in the second M.
Night Shyamalan movie, Unbreakable.

But Nairobi was not a
complete waste of time

because I came
back with a friend

who has hired me for a whole
bunch of jobs since then.

In fact, I think you still owe
me a punch on my loyalty card.

No, no. It's one punch per
job, not per interrogation.

We've talked about this, mate.

Well, guys, I'm sorry you
came over for no reason.

Theo, if you get out of this jam, let's
meet at Jazz Fest again this year.

-I'll see you in the Gospel Tent.
-There must be something we can do.

I can't torture him if I
know it's not gonna work.

What do you think
I am, a sadist?

-Fine, I'll do it.
-Emma.

Looking at your lips and not being able
to kiss them, that's torture enough.

Okay, I'll do it.

-I thought you didn't like torture.
-There are exceptions.

Guys, that man does not crack.

But I do negotiate.

I'll give you the other two grid targets
as long as you provide me safe haven

whilst this whole Greta-grid
debacle blows over.

You see, if I'm out in the
world, she'll track me down

and gut me for my betrayal.

You'd turn on Greta like that?

Turn on the woman who
left me to her enemies

to be tortured, drugged,
and presumptively killed?

Yes, actually,
doctor, I... I would.

Honestly, how hard would it have
been for her to get off your plane,

wave a gun around and
say, "Give me my man back

or I'll kill your dad"?

How do we know that we can believe
any intel Mary Poppins gives us?

It's actually easy to administer a lie
detector if the subject is willing.

Well, I guess I am
getting paid today.

Now let's get those slacks off.

Aldon. You guys back?

Yeah. Yeah, we're back.

Tell me you have an
update on the BlackBerry.

Phone's still with OTS.

-They found nothing. It's a brick.
-Shit.

I... I was hoping you'd shine a
light on this Cress/Farkas mess.

I still can't believe
Farkas stole all that money.

Yeah. Guess you just
can't trust some people.

Guess not. All
right, thanks, Tina.

All right. We need to set a baseline.
I'm gonna ask some easy questions.

Oh, actually, whilst you
were, uh, setting up,

I took the liberty of preparing
some questions for you,

just to save some time.

Well, I just got a text from HQ.

I gotta bring you over
to the CIA after this.

-So let's get going.
-All right. Well, good news.

Lots of work for Norman.

Okay, here we go.

-Are these flamingos on roller skates?
-No, those are the Flamingomez's.

They're a family of Mexican
flamingos, actually,

and they run this roller rink
down in Mexico, obviously.

And they have these adventures,
and hilarity ensues.

Where'd the inspiration
for that come from?

Voices.

Well, you know the drill.

If the needle's
calm, truth bomb.

If the needle flies...

-Full of lies.
-That's right.

Here we go.

"Is your name Theodore Chips?"

-Indeed.
-True.

"Is your favorite color blue?"

-Like the jay.
-This is true.

"Did you enjoy your...

...date with Emma?"

I cherished and adored it.

All right, well,
that's true. Okay.

"Have you ever
seen... pure beauty?"

-Yes.
-Oh, for fuck's sake.

He's telling the truth. All
right. "Do you believe in..."

Come on, man.

"Do you believe in
love at first sight?"

Norm, you ask one more question
about me, your slacks are coming off.

I have set the baseline,
so now we can get serious.

Great.

What are the final two points of
vulnerability for the power grid?

Sun Star Solar
Farm in New Mexico

and the Carson Hydroelectric
Dam in Colorado.

Telling the truth.

I'm gonna have Reed
fortify those locations.

Fortifying will
only buy you time.

You know better than anyone,

when Greta wants something,
there's no stopping her.

That's also true.

-Good morning.
-Same to you.

What can I do you for?

I need your largest commercial-grade,
industrial sump pump, please.

I'm sorry, did you call ahead?

I'm dealing with a
time-sensitive situation,

and I know that it can be an
inconvenience for you, so...

Yeah, the only model in shop
is already contracted out.

-Client's picking it up later today.
-Tell him to go somewhere else.

I can't do that. We have a
deal with the other party.

Don't be stupid, Monty.

I just put six months of
your salary on this counter,

so why don't you go in the back,

get some of your men,

and load the equipment
I need onto my truck?

Because, ma'am, I couldn't load
anything up even if I wanted.

The bay doors are locked.

My boss is the only one with
the keys, and he ain't here yet.

Monty, you really
should've taken the money.

Plan B.

Get to work.

State your name for the record.

M. Arthur Farkas.

M? I thought your
name was Arthur.

It's Marcus.

So your name is Marcus Farkas?

We don't need to do this.
I know why I'm here.

I stole the money.

True.

I can't believe this.

And I recommended you for
the regional director job.

Really? Well, that
was a great idea

because no one is more of a patriot
than Marcus A. Farkas, America's son.

You stole millions of dollars in
confiscated money to buy toys.

-Collectibles.
-Toys.

Collectibles.

And I did it for my country.

How did this benefit
your country?

I was tired of seeing my
teams go into the field

without having everything
they needed to be safe

and to win.

We're the ones who are supposed
to be protecting the world,

and we're underfunded?

Our budget is three
billion dollars.

Cash for Clunkers has a
three-billion-dollar budget.

For God's sake, just
get to the point.

Yes, I stole the money from
abandoned criminal accounts

and laundered it through
the sale of collectibles.

But all of it was siphoned back
into the CIA through a slush fund

that I operated to
support our missions.

Weapons, armor, air support.

Not a penny of it
was spent on myself.

And I didn't tell anyone about it
because it would make them an accomplice.

Bank certified documents indicating
that every cent went back to the agency.

Telling the truth.

Well, Farkas, your heart
was in the right place.

But you also understand why
Tina flagged this as suspicious.

You know, I don't
trust that Tina.

She very quickly
found intel on me,

right after I found her
rummaging through Dot's office.

What was she doing
in Dot's office?

Ostensibly, dropping
off flowers,

looking for a project
they worked on together.

But I think you need
to look into her.

Why were you in Dot's office?

Reappropriating ergonomic equipment
due to my ADA-recognized sciatica.

Stealing a chair?

All right, I'm not wasting
resources on a wild-goose hunt

because you feel slighted.

I find it interesting

that all of this stuff
comes up about Dante Cress,

and then all of a sudden, someone
who we know very little about

comes marching in here trying...

-Farkas.
-Oh, that's all right.

Clearly this man has nothing
to do with Dante Cress.

And seeing as he Robin Hooded
terrorist funds for the CIA,

I suggest we consider the
matter settled and between us.

Mm-hmm.

So you're letting me go?
I'm not in any trouble?

We're the CIA. We
specialize in shady shit.

-So I'm still up for regional director?
-Fuck no.

Shred those. I didn't see them.

Well...

...my work here is done.

I thought I get two punches.

I'm glad we got that behind us.

You know, I don't like when there's
suspicion on one of our own.

I concur.

-So where you off to now?
-I'm gonna go back to the safe house.

Smooth things over
with the missus?

Excuse me?

I found Dot's documents.

I know about your and
Greta's relationship.

I know it was improper.
I know it was dangerous.

I know it can get into your
head and affect your judgment.

It was totally personal. Did not
interfere in our business at all.

I know. I spent the day going through
your mission files, briefings,

and your post-action reports.

And if I found even a whiff of
suspicious activity on your part,

I would've pulled you off this
mission and out of the agency.

And I'll still do that
if I think for one second

that this case, this Greta woman,
any of it, becomes too much for you.

You understand?

Yes, sir.

It's always the same.
You're such a drama queen.

Don't blow things
out of proportion.

You were under truth serum, professing
your love for another woman!

But that was a former love.
You know the difference.

I mean, that's what
I was admitting to.

I can't believe

we spent all that time looking
for you while you were just...

While I was just what?

-Enjoying yourself!
-I wasn't enjoying myself...

So, um, all four of Greta's
targets are under high alert

and surrounded by
military personnel,

but still no indication of
where she'll strike first.

I don't get it. If
you know the problems

with the four power plants or whatever,
why doesn't the government fix it?

It's weeks of work at
best. There's no time.

Okay, Chips is, uh, handcuffed
to a radiator in the guest room.

What'd I miss?

Just us pretending not to hear
your parents screaming about Greta.

You won't have to pick who
you wanna live with this time.

...to spend our lives together.

Yes, I had once feelings for her,
but that was way before we ever met.

Oh, so, what? All those
feelings are suddenly gone?

Why are there always more
secrets with you, Luke?

They're none. I mean,
I told you everything.

There are no more secrets.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Greta injured my groin.

What? You didn't
tell me about that!

I wanted to keep it a secret!

My God, being with this
man is going to kill me!

Dr. Pfeffer, this is not the
life I envisioned for myself.

It's abnormal!

It's not abnormal.
It's just different.

Hamsteak. Oh...

Sorry. My little
Hamsteak and eggs.

Oh, you wanna see
what I taught him?

Hamsteak, what do
you think of BLTs?

See? Huh? We don't like
eating little piggies, do we?

Okay, come here.
Have some Mallow Cup.

-See how smart he is?
-Get out.

Okay.

Have a good sesh.

It's the team pig.

You see?

It's... it's a madhouse!

I can't take it anymore.

Tally, Greta is a
world-class spy.

If we want to beat her, I can't
always just think about us.

Because "us" always
comes in second.

Doctor, tell her that
she's being ridiculous.

-Tell him he's being selfish!
-Okay.

Okay, everybody,
let's take a breath.

I have something to say that's
going to be hard to swallow,

but you need to hear
it. Simply put...

your relationship is over.

So the topography of
the solar farm is flat.

Greta would need to be
camouflaged to get in close.

-Guess what I just discovered online?
-Never been more afraid of an answer.

Carter's online comic book!

No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Seems Manga Carter here

has been busy creating the
fictional world of the TIA,

Teacher's Intelligence Agency.

-Carter, what is this?
-Art therapy Dr. Pfeffer...

Oh, it is the story

of a brave kindergarten teacher
who secretly saves the world.

His name?

-Brock Hardman.
-Oh my God.

His catchphrase?

"Hard times call
for a hard man."

Oh boy.

His gal? Ella.

A little generous
on the cleavage.

-Damn.
-Okay, um, it's coincidental. It's...

Why does this Anson character always
have stuff impaled up his butt?

My butt? Hold on.

A beach umbrella from a
French Riviera bombing?

A bowling pin from a
bowling-alley explosion?

Uh, this is... this is
art. Those are metaphors.

What's the metaphor for
a pelican up my ass?

The pelican
represents, you know...

I don't wanna hold your
hand through it, but...

You made out with my fiancée!

-That's...
-Fair point.

These characters
look just like us.

There's a shootout in
the church with Toro,

and Carter saves the day.

Not quite how I remember it.

Carter, the Boro
matter's confidential.

As is our location.

You got drawings of the
town, drawings of our street.

Dr. P told you to express your feelings,
not expose our location, dumbass.

And why are my boobs so big?

You put this on the Internet?

Carter.

I've had it!

I can't take this anymore!

Oh, very, very mature, Tally.
This lamp was paid for by the CIA.

God forbid you should
offend your precious CIA.

Go be with your Fräulein!

Whoa, uh... No.

I can't believe I
ever wanted you back.

-I can't believe I wanted you back.
-This reconciliation is over.

-Good riddance.
-Great.

Does this leave an
opening for the kid?

No, Donnie, no.

Stop, please! Stop!

Hey, I took a shot.

You okay, big guy?

Yeah.

Need a cuddle?

Good boy.

How could you write
that comic book?

You know how much danger
you could put us in?

I know. I took it off of Reddit
five hours after I posted it.

Only three people downloaded it.

I'm embarrassed. I will find
a different form of therapy.

Why did you make
yourself a super spy?

I apparently

had some issues to work through

following the shootout
at the church.

Like what?

Even your mother fought
back against Boro,

and she's a civilian.

-I hid in a confessional.
-Carter, you did the right thing.

You got out of the way so that
trained officers could do their job.

Yeah, I know. I just... I
didn't know how to protect you.

And all I wanted was to protect
you because I was in love with you.

And I am still in love with you.

Oh.

-Really?
-Oh, yeah, a lot. A lot.

Even more so now.

You know, I understand
now and appreciate

the pressure that comes with the
very specific job that you do.

And you must have been so
stressed when you kissed Anson.

-Aldon.
-Aldon.

Aldon. The point is,
people make mistakes, okay?

I'm saying I understand
that people make mistakes.

But our relationship was
good, and it was worth it,

and it was strong enough
to withstand that,

but I messed it up.

I had to let my
ego get in the way.

And I... lost my
train of thought.

Do you have any thoughts about any of
the words that came out of my mouth?

Yes, you're right.

Our relationship was
really good and strong.

And I will always love you.
But are you in love with me?

Seriously, Donnie?

So are you gonna answer the man?

Emma, we got something.

We'll talk... We'll
talk about this later.

-Okay.
-Okay.

Women, huh?

That's my laptop.

What'd you find?

Police report just came in
on an assault and robbery

of a sump pump wholesaler.

Check out the
security cam still.

Is that a truck going
through a wall behind her?

Why does she have a boner for these
pumps? She could get 'em somewhere else.

Industrial sump pumps are very large,
and they're not easy to move around.

Greta wanted pumps from
that specific wholesaler

because she wanted to use them to
attack someplace close to that seller.

-Barry, pull up the maps of that area.
-Here's the landscape.

And here's the overlay of major
utilities and government buildings

so we can find a
potential target.

That's a pretty substantial
water-purification plant.

Greta is targeting the power grid,
not trying to poison the water supply.

Well, there's a federal
railroad service yard over here.

Maybe. But what effect is this
gonna have on the power grid?

There's a military base.

Greta's not crazy enough to
take on a whole military base.

Is she?

The contractor said

that the corrupted sewer lines
ran underneath our server room.

I assure you, we're just
dealing with backed up toilets.

Hey, Barry, get into
the server system.

That's not necessary
or even legal.

All they did was come
in with some scanner,

found a blockage
under the floor,

said they were coming back
to cut through the floor.

Yeah, that's not a contractor,
and they're not coming back.

They seemed legit, ma'am.

Let me guess. They had
a truck with sump pumps

and breezed right onto the base.

Found something in the
satellite-monitoring readouts.

You're not supposed to enter
that system. It's sensitive.

That's what my doctor said.

Now what the hell is that?

That's also what my doctor said.

That is very bad news.

Sir, you need to
go to your general

and tell him the CIA has
confirmed that there's a breach.

-Now!
-Shit.

Copy that.

What's going on?

That's their Tracking,
Telemetry and Control system.

It sets satellite paths.

I consulted on Loon's
Internet balloon project.

I got, you know, pretty
familiar with satellite tech.

-And?
-And red flashy-flashy means trouble.

So Greta somehow clogged
up their poop pipes,

posed as a contractor to get on the
base, and messed with the satellite.

Likely, one of their satellites is
offline and won't respond to commands.

But what if it's a glitch?

Its orbital path goes directly over
Litchfield power plant in Massachusetts,

one of the four points
of vulnerability.

Definitely not a glitch.

Guys, that is a military satellite whose
core is powered by nuclear material.

If Greta manipulates
its path back into Earth

and it falls at 50,000 miles per
hour, smack into a power plant?

Smell you later, power plant.

But doesn't this shit
burn in the atmosphere?

No, it has a reinforced core.

But the plant is
surrounded by the soldiers,

so she can't attack
from the ground.

But she can attack from above.

That's the out-of-the-box
thinking she's known for.

This is fluffing brilliant.

Cool, Dad. Your terrorist
friend is amazing.

Want me to grab your autograph
book for when we catch her?

How long do we have?

Uh, based on the
satellite's speed,

its orbital path, and the
rotation of the Earth,

it'll hit about 6:00 p.m. today.

Work the problem.

This better be important.

I couldn't find anything
tying Reed to Dante Cress,

but Tina has numerous
cash anomalies.

I normally would hang up right now and
forget this phone call ever happened.

No, just listen.

On Tina's salary, she
should be way overextended,

but she's got a condo with no
mortgage and $403,000 in savings.

Tell me you're seeing
what I'm seeing.

What I see is someone
that's very desperate

trying to get back
at a fellow officer

that caught you with your
hand in the cookie jar.

So stop it. That's an order.

Do any of you think it's weird
how my dad seems to admire Greta?

You gotta admit, her
plan is next level.

Well, he just seems to
be a bit off his game.

I mean, at first he
gets kidnapped...

Greta got the jump on him.
That can happen to any of us.

He spilled government secrets

while professing his
love to her in Estonia.

That's a little
harder to explain.

Then, today, he
breaks up with my mom.

I mean, she's upstairs being
consoled by Carter right now,

and my dad barely
blinks over it.

Hmm.

Well, I think...

I think there's still a chance
I could be your new dad.

Shut up, Donnie.

Yeah, I don't know what's
going on with your old man.

I'd totally do your mom.

-Whoa.
-I can't control where the blood flows.

-What are you suggesting, Emma?
-I think Greta may be affecting him.

I think she might be
compromising his judgment.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You just said the second
most offensive C-word.

Okay, I... I didn't say
that he's compromised.

I think his judgment
might... be compromised.

There's a huge difference.

That's a big accusation.

Is this something
you're worried about?

It's been on my mind, yeah.

It hurts me to say this,
but you're a good officer.

And if your instincts are
telling you that something's off,

then maybe there's
something to it.

So keep an eye out.

I mean, the odds are Luke
Brunner's on point, as always,

but it never hurts to
be a little cautious.

Thanks. I appreciate that.

You know, if you think about it, I
can understand how he'd be tempted.

It's not every day
you meet someone

that you're physically
and mentally attracted to,

who also understands the
complicated world that you work in,

who'll fight alongside you,
risk their life with you.

That's the kind of person
you find once in a lifetime.

And if you get the chance
to be with that person...

then you have to take it. Right?

Absolutely not.

You think my dad should
be with that home-wrecker?

I'm sorry, what? You think I...
That's not exactly what I was saying.

-Who were you talking about?
-I was...

What's our progress to the fix?

Um, we have to reprogram the
satellite to keep it from crashing,

but only if we can
get it back online.

But we can't.

I'm trying to ping remote
capabilities. It's dark.

It's like Greta gummed up the
works and locked the door.

There's no way we
can get back in.

But I found a loophole in
the military schematics.

If we get close enough to the
satellite, like a mile or so,

it'll read an onboard
computer via Bluetooth.

Then I can upload new
commands, regain control,

and put it back
into proper orbit.

But how do we get a computer
within a mile of the satellite?

We go to the source.

You want a goddamn spaceship?

Well, Congress refers to it actually
as a high-atmospheric orbital drone...

That's my goddamn spaceship,

and I'm not letting you
take it for a joyride

because you don't like
the looks of the plumber.

Will you listen to us?

There's a nuclear-powered satellite
that's gonna crash into a power plant.

Not to mention we have footage of
that plumber, a known mercenary,

stealing the sump pump she used
to connive her way onto your base,

right after she sabotaged
your septic system.

So you get to pilot the most
expensive asset under my command

because my shitter breaks?

General, your satellite...

Is temporarily unresponsive.
It happens all the time. Look.

Look, Greta Nelso broke
into my server room,

but then she got cold feet.

Or she screwed up her plan,
or whatever the hell happened

because she left, and
nothing's gone wrong.

Now, if she comes back, you
got my word, we will shoot her.

We got an assload of guns, and
my boys are itching to use them.

But until then, I'm so sick and
tired of you CIA know-it-alls

coming around here telling
me how to do my job

with your wild-goose-chase
horseshit, wasting my time!

I got an assload
of that in Iraq!

Now, get the hell
off of my base!

General, the drone is just on
the other side of the base.

-All we need is just...
-Out!

-Now!
-Oh, so angry.

Okay, new plan, Barry.

Get your go-bag, head over here.
You're about to steal a spaceship.

Yes! Spaceship!

-She's locking up the drone.
-All right. Recap.

-So, what's the play?
-We're ghosts. In and out.

Aldon and I get
to mission control

and remotely fly the most
expensive RC airplane ever made.

You really know for sure
that you can do that?

These things are designed to be
operated by 18-year-old recruits.

It's like a video
game. Easy-peasy.

Uncle Barry's coming with me and Dad.
We'll get him to the X-37D drone.

Where I'll upload the software
onto the ship's hard drive.

We'll pilot the drone into space

close enough for our satellites to
receive our reprogramming commands.

Right. Now remember,

you're about to steal a ten-figure
piece of military equipment.

They're gonna make
every effort to stop us.

But we have to keep
our guns holstered.

We cannot shoot at the... What do
you call the Space Force people?

-Space cadets?
-They're called Guardians.

-Of the galaxy?
-Essentially.

You ever get the feeling
that our country's fucked?

Not today.

Let's move.

You must have shit for brains
if you think this is clean.

I want this Chevelle spotless!

Now do it again!

And you'll keep on doing
it till you get it right!

Great.

General Jackass
ruined our clear path.

Now we're stuck.

Leave it to Emma and me.

We give you the signal, and
you head for that drone. Okay?

Hey, thanks for your service.

I feel terrible about that.

He'll be fine.

I got General Asshole's car wax.

Hey!

Shit.

Let's go!

We're on the move.
How close are you?

About to plug into the door's
support jack and hack in.

There's no time. The
code is... Hold on.

5-6-3-2-4-7-8-8-3-1-2-5.

How'd you know that?

I saw the maintenance tech
enter it when she got out.

That's some Rain Man shit.

Actually, it's Unit 9 shit.

I'm in.

Roo, Aldon, we found cover.

The alarms went off before we
could reach mission control.

We're pinned down. There's
Guardians everywhere.

We'll have to give them
something else to worry about.

For that, I need a cigar.

It cuts deep Like a
knife through butter

Ch-ch-ch-cheap, cheap talk...

-You smashed through the wall?
-Guess who taught Greta that move?

...for you next-door lover

I better take a walk

Woo-oo-oo

Woo-oo-oo

Woo-oo-oo

Woo-oo-oo

Aim me where you want to

Tell me that you got to

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Fire in the hole!

Love me, hate me

Oh, goddamn!

What are you doing?

Well, I didn't like the
way he talked to that kid.

Oh, that kid you punched in the
face? What happened to no guns?

This is no gun. This is
a motherfluffing tank!

Goddamn!

Hey, Roo, Aldon,

they're focusing on us.
Go to mission control.

Okay, go!

All right.

We're a go as soon as I get
this shit up and running.

-Okay.
-Easy, grabby.

I should handle the joystick.

Galaga at Rudy's Pizza was
practically my babysitter.

I had the high score
for, like, six years.

Well, if we need the ship to move
from side to side, I'll let you know.

Hands off.

You always get to
do the cool stuff.

The drone! Come on!

Go!

Uncle B, you've got incoming.

Done. I'm outta here.

Stop there!

-I'm surrounded! I can't move!
-All right. Then I'll move you.

Roo, what's happening?

I gotta get you away from those
assholes so you can climb out.

We gotta get him out of there. We
gotta get the plane off the ground.

-I think I only have time to do one.
-I know which one I'd choose!

-Do you trust me?
-No!

Why are you speeding up?

We're gonna run out of road!

Let me put this in
terms you understand.

Where you're going,
you won't need roads.

Grab the operations manual and figure
out how to turn on life support.

-You gotta pressurize his cabin.
-Got it.

Barry, hold the hell on!