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Cease fire!

Cease fire, you goddamn morons!

You're shooting at $3 billion!

Somebody's piloting that
thing from mission control.

Well, move your
asses, take 'em down!

Shit. Hey, Luke, Emma, there's a
squad of space mates headed our way.

Very armed and very angry.

On it.

Hang on, Barry. Your ride is
about to get a lot smoother.

Leaving the atmosphere
in a matter of seconds.

I don't wanna leave the
atmosphere! I like the atmosphere!

I've spent my whole
life in the atmosphere!

Oh sweet. Here
comes the big guy.

Uh, guys?

Everything cool-day-la, buddy?

I think I'm out
of the atmosphere.

So you're all right?

I'm better than all right.

I'm Han motherfluffin' Solo!

I got off the horn
with one Franklin Reed

about some AWOL officers
under his charge.

He is 12 shades of pissed,

and he is, through me,
giving you an order.

Unless you all want new
careers making license plates,

you will stand down now!

No.

Dad, we're going to prison.

Look, once we stop Greta, there's no one
that's gonna file charges against us.

What if this goes sideways,

and they think we sent a
satellite into the power plant?

Well, maybe it was a bad idea.

I can't believe that Greta
might outsmart us again.

Okay, mute your comms.

What's the privacy all about?

-You do wanna stop Greta, right?
-That's a ridiculous question.

What's ridiculous is breaking
up with Mom at the same time

that you're trying to assure
me that Greta is good at heart,

and you keep talking about
how brilliant she is.

Someone that brilliant could be
manipulating you without you knowing it.

The only one that I think is
getting manipulated here is you

because I am not dating Greta.

Okay, I went on a date
with Chips to find you.

Didn't mean anything.

Does Chips know that?

I mean, I've listened to
the lie detector test,

and I saw you blush.

-You're insane.
-Look, I know that Chips is handsome.

And he has this accent,

and that's a very, very
good combination to have.

Believe me, I know it firsthand.

Greta has an accent. Is that
enough to do it for you?

Let me guess. Did Chips
open up on your date,

so there's a better
understanding,

because both of you kind of grew
up with a very famous spy father?

Because that's what
I would have done.

Look, sweetheart, all I'm
trying to do is just be helpful.

No, sweetheart, I'm
trying to help you.

Surrender,

or we will not hesitate
to use deadly force.

Barry, G.I. Joe is getting pissed.
Where are we with the satellite?

I'm within Bluetooth distance,
but the satellite isn't linking.

Oh man.

Looks like a bullet penetrated
the external hardware on takeoff.

-What do we do now?
-We need to pivot to plan B.

If you can't connect with
the satellite digitally,

you'll have to connect
with it physically.

What? No way you'll bump
me into the satellite

like I'm some kinda
spaceship shuffleboard!

-It'll be more like bumper cars.
-Not better!

Strap in, dude.

I need to do some
recalculations. Here.

Mr. Sulu, you have the conn.

Oh my.

I don't like plan
B. What is plan C?

Barry, you have nothing
to worry about, my friend.

You're in the hands of
the king of Rudy's Pizza.

Brace yourself.

Nothing happened.

-Well, this is broken.
-I thought you had this, Pizza King.

No, the drone won't respond.

It must have anti-collision software to
stop it from smashing into space junk.

We need a manual override. Barry's
gonna have to pilot that thing.

Okay, Bar, I got good
news for you, pal.

You are about to live your wettest
of dreams and fly a spaceship.

What's the bad news?

There is no bad news.

Can you just hang on while we,
uh, pull up the schematics?

There is an assload of bad news.

First of all, that drone wasn't
supposed to go anywhere today.

We sent him up there with barely
enough fuel to get back home.

If he misses the satellite,

not only will it level the power
plant in a fiery nuclear crap-gasm,

Barry will shoot past
it out into space.

By the time he tries to pull a
U-turn, his gas tank will be on E.

He'll drift off into the galaxy until
he's frozen and useless forever,

just like my Aunt Karyn's eggs.

I can hear you!

I always forget to hit mute.

Uncle Barry, your heart. You
have to stay calm, please.

I'm gonna call Dr. Pfeffer.

Oh, seventh floor.

Someone get in touch
with Dr. P for Barry.

I got to take this.

-Yeah, what's going on?
-Luke, it's Farkas.

Farkas, you son of a bitch.

Hiding out on the seventh floor
so I take your phone call?

I wouldn't have to do this
if you didn't block me.

I just finished the
asset eval of Tina.

There are numerous transfers
going into her account

that may have
originated in Moscow.

Look, I don't have time for
your paranoia right now.

I'm in a goddamn tank!

Uh...

Oh come on.

Okay, Barry, are
your eyes closed?

Eyes are closed.

Breathing in.

Breathing out.

For the last time, because I
don't know if you heard, doc,

but I'm gonna die in space!

No, Barry. Stay with me.

Stay positive.

I really don't think that
these breathing exercises

are cutting it for
our patient, doc.

Thank you for your insight.
And it's not "our" patient.

Get your shit together, mate.

For the last time,
the mic is not on.

Let me do my work.

Barry, we're going to do a
simple distraction technique.

Can you recite the
alphabet backwards?

Barry?

Barry?

Talk to me, Barry.

I'm so tired.

What the hell is
going on with Barry?

You know how in life or death
situations there's flight or fight?

-Well, there's actually a third F.
-Fucked.

No, freeze!

Rocket launcher's
almost assembled. Dad?

Luke, Barry looks up to you.

-Perhaps you can talk to him.
-I'd love to.

But right now, I have an
anti-tank rocket aimed at us.

Please tell me this tank
has a missile jammer.

Look, this tank is 40 years old.
Probably just gets used for parades.

Did he just say
"anti-tank rocket"?

Is that what he just...

'Cause I have
experience with that.

Come on. I can't just sit here and allow
the love of my life to just blow up.

Luke, Emma, you're on open mic
with Chips. He claims he can help.

And while he's doing that, I will
get somebody that can help Barry.

Emma, darling, can you hear me?

Uh, yes.

I need for you to find the
tank's shortwave radio.

You wanna stop a
rocket with a radio?

I may have dabbled in the theft
and the black-market resale

of a few anti-tank
missiles in my time.

You see, they share a common flaw
in their radio guidance systems,

and if you disrupt the signal,
you will divert the missile.

If you die, then I
die as well, my love.

Oh for fuck's sake.

-Okay.
-No, no, no. Wait a minute.

How do we know he doesn't want to
get us killed and eat that rocket?

You heard the guy.
He's in love with me.

Twinkle, twinkle

Little star

How'd I wander out so far

Barry?

-Tina?
-Yeah.

Just the woman who
loves you saying hello.

Dr. Pfeffer told me you
could use a pick-me-up.

No, I could use a put-me-down,
like put me back down on Earth!

I wish I could've seen
you just one last time.

We're going to see each other
again because you can do this.

We can do this together.

Okay, co-pilot, then you
better get his head in the game

'cause I just shut down the
anti-collision protection,

and I'm sending the
coordinates to the drone now.

If Barry can keep that
ship on the flight path,

he'll knock that satellite
right off course.

Hear that, Barry? I need you to
be the hero that I know you are.

I'm with you.

I'm right in there with you.

I got this.

Found it!

Dial all the way down
to zero and bottom out.

Then go anti-clockwise,
but slowly.

Between 13.21 and 13.22 kHz.

-On it.
-Good. Now talk me through it.

We're at a thousand,

1,200, 1,300.

Just a little more, but careful.

I got it.

Plug it into the PA
system. Do it fast.

PA's a go.

Turn it up, full blast.

This is for my car,
you son of a bitch.

Fire!

Goddamn! That's my office!

Reload!

They're reloading. Okay, do
everything exactly the same.

Wait. I can't.

Oh God, the radio's too old.

It fried.

We're sitting ducks.

They're lining up their shot.

Ready!

No, no, no, don't fire!

Now the PA system is fried too.

Aim!

-I love you, Dad.
-I love you, Schatzel.

Oh.

Oh, this is your
goddamn lucky day.

We just got word that a moving
satellite pinged our monitor.

Collision projections show it
hitting the Litchfield Energy Center

in Massachusetts.

I told you.

According to Roo's math,
you should be really close.

We're T-minus two minutes
to engaging thrusters.

You can do this, Uncle B.

Evacuation of the power
plant is in progress.

What? In case he shits the bed.

-You suck.
-You really do suck.

Let's go! Keep moving out!

Get away from the
building! Let's go!

Oh boy. I got eyes
on the satellite.

Great. Remember, you just wanna
tap it and send it off course.

You got this, Barry.

Plum is in the pudding.

Barry's on the blitz.

Okay, satellite's about
to enter the atmosphere.

You want an approach angle of 37
degrees at two meters per second.

No, Barry, you need to make
contact at 2.2 meters per second.

Are you shitting me, Tina?

Barry, I have done
the calculations.

It's simple Newtonian physics.

If you hit this thing too hard, it
doesn't just get nudged off course,

it breaks up into
a million pieces

and nuclear fallout rains
all over the Midwest.

And some of the pieces stay
on their current trajectory

and still hit the power plant.

But if you hit it at exactly
2.2 meters per second,

everything will be fine.

You've gotta trust me, Barry.

If you don't hit it hard enough, the
satellite won't be knocked off course.

If he hits it too
hard, he'll die.

I wouldn't let
that happen, Barry.

I'm going with Tina.

I'm turning off my targeting
computer and using the force.

Barry, I am gonna force
my foot up your ass.

Barry, no!

Impact in three...

two...

One.

He pushed the
satellite off course.

-What about Barry? What about his plane?
-Barry?

Are you there, buddy?

Barry, please answer me.

Major Putt to ground control,

I'm alive!

-Oh my God!
-Oh my God!

Yes!

-All right!
- Man.

Give me some, right here.

You're a bummer.

Engaging autopilot now.

Okay. We gonna bring
you home, buddy.

How's it feel to
be a hero, Uncle B?

It just feels good
to be in one piece.

You okay, Roo-boo?

I just can't shake
that my math was wrong.

It's never wrong.

And how did Tina
know it was off?

That was really good work today.

You too.

Now you don't have to smoke
this just to impress me.

You can toss it if you want.

Thank you. I mean, it's
like Frenching an ashtray.

And sorry about our argument.

I think it's good that you challenge
me whenever you think it's necessary.

I mean, I don't have
to agree, right?

Today's mission in your file?

That's good Unit 9 stuff.

Thank you.

You really want that, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

Oh.

Farkas again.

Now what do you want,
Farkas, you pain in the ass?

Sir.

Whoo!

Go Barry! You saved the day! Gonna
get a high school named after you!

Go Barry! You saved
the day! Gonna...

-Uh-oh.
-We just lost the power plant.

That's impossible. I knocked
that satellite to Neptune.

Southern Massachusetts, as well as
parts of Connecticut and New Hampshire

are experiencing
widespread blackouts today.

State officials have assured residents
that power will be restored shortly,

as nearby plants are in the
process of picking up the load.

How?

Word leaked when we
borrowed the drone.

Greta knew we'd do everything in
our power to stop the satellite.

And that the power plant would be
evacuated out of an abundance of caution,

so she took advantage, got
inside, and planted explosives.

But she only got one
point of vulnerability.

She still needs three to overload
the power and to wipe out the grid.

When she makes her
move, we will be ready.

Ah.

Perfect timing.

It's taken me ages,

but I have just built an exact
replica of Buckingham Palace.

-It's perfect.
-Okay. I really just came by to...

Warn me not to escape?

No need. Deadly
thigh cuff is here

and has delivered the
message loud and clear.

Well, at least you're not handcuffed
with a gun pointed at your face.

Consider that a thank
you for saving my life.

Mm-hmm. And?

-And my dad's.
-It wouldn't be the first time, would it?

If you're keeping track, which I
am. I'm keeping track. Let's see.

I saved your dear
old dad from Greta,

and I kept both of you from
blowing to bits in that tank,

didn't I?

You've been helpful at
times. I'll give you that.

What choice do I have?

It wouldn't be a
very romantic date

if you're a mist of
blood and brain matter.

It might be an improvement.

You know, you may not
currently have feelings for me,

but I will prove to you, Emma
Brunner, that I am a decent man.

Yes, I've been confused
for a while now,

angry over my father's death,

and maybe I have some issues.

But come on, who doesn't?

But I'd never let you get hurt
though, not as long as I can help it.

You realize most of today was
caused by things you set in motion?

You didn't let me
finish. Starting... now,

I'd never let you get hurt.

-Okay.
-No!

It's full of preservatives. See,
I'm saving your life already.

You know what? Let
Greta do her worst.

Truly, America can
never have a blackout

when there's a smile as bright
as this within its borders.

My God, you're cheesy.

After all this do-gooding
and life-saving,

I think I've earned a nice
drink with a beautiful woman.

-I don't know.
-Come on.

The longer we stall, the more likely it is
that Donnie's gonna finish all the liquor.

-Okay, I'll grab a couple of whiskeys.
-Yes.

For myself.

I'll just be here getting
drunk off your beauty.

Oh, be careful at the back wall.

You're out of range of the remote.
I wouldn't want you to explode.

-You're having a laugh.
-Am I?

-Like a joke? You're...
-Hmm...

Hello, hübscher.

You there?

Are you calling to gloat?

Because it's been
a long day, Greta.

Yes, we do have a habit
of tiring each other out.

Remember Vienna?

Yeah, of course.
How can I forget?

That's where you
stole my blueprints.

And I spent all night

making it up to you.

You admitted it in Estonia.

We were in love.

I said that because I was under
the influence of a truth serum.

Emphasis on the word "truth."

Let's not lose more decades
as you lie to yourself.

If you still have
feelings for me,

just say so.

I don't hear a denial.

We're a perfect match, Luke.

Equals in every way.

Our wits, our skills,

our stamina.

I love how we're always
out-thinking each other.

When I heard

that you were going to upend
my satellite with that drone,

I was... I just
was so impressed.

How did you know

about the satellite's
increased mass?

Do the Russians know
you're onto them?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Mmm. Don't be coy.

The spy equipment that the
Russians put on the satellite

added a little bit
more weight to it.

You had to factor
that in to calculate

how to knock it off course.

I love how you pulled that off.

It just got my heart pounding.

I had one of my team
members do the math.

Well, they must
be well-connected.

But I'm not surprised that a Luke
Brunner team would perform so well.

But now I'm tired,

and I'm going to go to bed.

Alone.

Sadly.

Another night, my love.

Farkas, I owe you an apology.

Try to get me all the
information that you can

on Tina Mukerji and Moscow.

So Tina knew about the Russian
spyware on the satellite

'cause she's a double agent?

Apparently so.

But she's such a magoo.

We're running checks on our
other seven DSCS satellites

to see if they've been tampered
with, but it'll take a while,

since our best drone was
just recently damaged.

Okay, so Tina, what do we know?

Well, we assume she was brought to the NSA
probably to monitor how we gather intel,

but her transfer to the
CIA for the Boro matter

was a huge gift for the SVR.

Thankfully, you found her
now and not in five years.

I agree with you.

But it was actually Farkas that
brought it to my attention.

I need to get back to HQ.

We're putting together the warrant.
Have to coordinate with the FBI.

They're heading to
her residence shortly.

So which one is Franklin
and which one is Bash?

Um.

You smell like pot.

No one knows.

We have to tell your uncle.

This is gonna kill Barry.

Oh, now you're worried about how
someone takes a relationship ending?

What are you implying?

You chased your ex-wife
around for 15 years,

and now some fling
from the '80s is back,

and, what, Mom's on
the "pay no mind" list?

You know, Barry might
be tried for treason,

and we have to stop the power
grid from being destroyed,

and I gained eight pounds
because of Roo's boobie cookies,

so I can't worry about your
mother being upset about nonsense.

Nonsense?

Is it?

Mom's not the only one who's noticed
you've changed since Greta came along.

In a concerning way.

You think I'm compromised?

Compromised? No.

Judgment impaired? Maybe.

As evidenced by the fact that you're
blowing it with Mom all over again.

The only variable I can think
of that's changed is Greta.

I say this once and never again.

My judgment as a senior
officer of the CIA

is not now, or ever
has been, impaired

because of Greta or anyone else.

-That's it and that's all.
-Sure, Dad.

Barry... we need to talk.

Uncle Barry.

You in there?

This is bad.

This was so worth the risk.

When I was in space, all I could do
was think about seeing you and...

I'll be yours, you'll be mine

- You could be my - Baby

I'll be yours, you'll be mine

- You could be my - Baby...

Wonder Woman and Thor?

-Mm-hmm.
-Are we really about to... mix universes?

Oh, we're about
to mix everything.

Get ready to wield
that mighty hammer.

FBI, hands up.

Tina Mukerji,
you're under arrest.

What the hell is going on?

Tina?

You broke my uncle's heart!

You hurt Wonder Woman!

She fluffin' deserved it.

You're looking at 60 years

minimum.

Now, if you cooperate, the
government could reduce the time.

Or I can reduce the number
of teeth in your mouth.

Look, the CIA is combing
through your office

and through your apartment
right now as we speak.

So the question is,
what will we find?

What have you sent
to the Russians?

You better answer me

because very soon you're gonna get a
lawyer that will tell you to stay quiet.

And trust me,

that is the worst
thing you can do

because then it becomes
adversarial instead of cooperative.

So understand that this
might be the last time

that you will be
able to speak to us.

Oh, I can make sure of that.

She's not worth you
bruising your hand.

You should be ashamed of yourself,
of what you did to Barry.

You messed with my uncle.
I'm gonna fuck you up.

Hey, man, I'm the one that helped
you land that traitorous skank,

so this is on me.

Once she's locked up,

you want me to pull some
strings and get her shanked?

Soap in the pillowcase?

I can have them go full
metal jacket on her ass.

I'd do that for you.

God, come on.

Listen, I knew you'd
be a real bummer,

so I decided to get you a
comic, 'cause you're nerdy.

Yeah, that looks pretty fun.

I got a Playboy for ya
'cause you're horny.

If you're looking to scratch
both of those itches,

I found some adult comics.

These are pretty good. We
got, uh, Penthouse Mouse, huh?

Some good reading right there.

Space Jugs. That's titties
in space. They float.

We've got, uh, what else we
got in here? Dr. Cocktopus.

That's a wiener
with a lot going on.

How you doing, Uncle Barry?

Junior officers and I turned
Tina's office upside down,

and guess what we found?

The BlackBerry we
picked up in Kolkata.

She had it in some stash space,
but she never gave it to OTS.

What a piece of shit,
right? Sorry, Barry.

She obviously wanted to hold onto
it, use it as a bargaining chip

in case she gets caught,

charges are filed against her.

Too bad for that shitbag, we
got to it first. Sorry, Barry.

Anyone planning on telling me

this guy was playing Russian
nesting dolls with a Moscow mole?

He was in the dark about Tina
just like the rest of us.

I don't wanna hear it. This kind
of crap is why HQ is asking me

to take the "interim"
off my title.

-What?
-I put Roo up for regional director.

I'm fully aware, but this Tina
thing makes you all look very bad.

And our bosses have had it up to
here with your team's bullshit.

They don't want a monkey running
the zoo, and I don't blame them.

-That's not fair. I can do this job.
-The seventh floor isn't so sure.

Speaking of jobs, as of now,
Officer Putt, you're suspended.

-That's horse shit.
-This is not Barry's fault.

He was tricked by a shitty
temptress. Sorry, Barry.

The CIA has questions for you about
your relationship with Tina Mukerji.

Legally, you're allowed a
lawyer during questioning.

-Questioning?
-But he did nothing wrong.

-Remains to be seen.
-I waive my right to an attorney.

-Uncle Barry.
-I have nothing to hide.

-I'm going in with him.
-You a lawyer?

I have a paralegal degree
from Gaston Community College.

Jealous?

Fine.

We start in 20.

Oh, before I forget.

A cleared video message
from your granddaughter.

I expect protocol
to be followed.

-Thanks.
-I'm not a total asshole.

Hi, May-me, PeePaw, Aunt Em,
and Uncle Barry. It's me.

Dad said I could show
you my birthday dress.

See? Flowers.

I really wish you could
come to my birthday party.

I'm going to get pizza
shoved in my face.

I love you. I miss you.

I miss you too, baby.

It's okay. You're gonna
see her again very soon.

Yeah.

She's gotten so big.

What matters is she's safe, Mom.

Yes.

-What are you doing?
-It's protocol.

That video was the only contact I've
had with my granddaughter in months.

We could have at least
watched it again.

I know we all want to watch it again,
but, I mean, I promised it to the CIA.

Oh, and God forbid the
CIA ever comes second.

The same organization
keeping our family apart

and prosecuting Barry...

and making me cook
for terrorists.

That's what's most
important to you?

I don't even know
who you are anymore.

She made me an
eggplant Parmesan.

It was dry.

What is that?

I don't know. It's been going off all
morning. I think it's a fire alarm.

Well, if you know it's a fire
alarm, why didn't you check it out?

Why didn't you keep your
hands off my fiancée?

Come on.

Sometimes, we don't do the
things we're supposed to do.

Looks like a flag on a message
posted on the dark web this morning.

$10 million offer for an expedited
retrofit to a particular style of drone.

Barry must've set up an alert for any
big-money offers to black-market traders

once we found out that Dante Cress was
funding this whole operation. Smart.

That original offer was pulled. Must've
found someone to do the retrofit.

Big money, fast turnaround,
complicated technology.

That sounds like Greta.

We got to get in touch with
whoever filled that order

as quickly as possible.

How's your Turkish?

Excellent. Stronger
than their coffee.

Okay, get in touch with
the US Embassy in Turkey.

Do whatever you can to get
the Great Dane on the phone.

Even if he's in solitary
confinement, I don't care.

We got to get in touch with him

because he would know which
one of his competitors

will fulfill a strange order of
a retrofitted drone that quickly.

Copy that.

Officer Putt, these are
Officers Martinez and Yang.

They're counterintelligence,

but you need to think
of them as your mother.

They'll wanna know where you were, who
you were with, what you were doing.

If they don't like your
answers, you'll be grounded.

For life.

Sorry I'm late.

This is a closed-door
meeting, Pfeffer.

Then it's a good thing I got
in before the door closed.

And it's "Dr. Pfeffer."

I've been treating
Officer Putt for months,

which makes me responsible for
his mental health and well-being

while he is in hiding
due to the Boro incident,

a task designated
to me by the CIA.

Your presence isn't needed here.

That is a medical determination
you're not qualified to make, sir.

But if my presence is an issue,
feel free to call Langley

and explain you want to
contradict their direct orders.

Let's get started
then, shall we?

Mr. Putt, tell us about the
first time you met Tina Mukerji.

I thought she was the most
beautiful woman I'd ever seen,

and I'd do anything
to have her love me.

-Uh, objection.
-To what?

His really stupid answer.

You're not helping yourself.

Shit, shit, shit,
shit, shit, shit, shit.

We won't be able to get
the Great Dane on the horn

because he got
paroled earlier today.

Ah, scheisse.

Wait, that drone wasn't obtained by
one of the Great Dane's competitors.

He fulfilled the order.

And Greta bought his way out
of prison in exchange for it.

I bet he went home
to visit his son.

We need a jet. Okay? And
you keep an eye on Chips.

Oh man, I love hanging
out with the Dane.

Scheisse.

Whistling' and a singing'...

Dane!

Hi! What a surprise!

Come on in. Come on in. This is a
little "celebration of freedom" party.

This is gonna be weird.

Come, hang out.

This is my beautiful, patient,
forgiving wife, Gertrude.

-Hello.
-Hello.

-Can I get you anything to drink?
-Water, thanks.

Yeah, water will
be fine, thank you.

Thank you, Gertie.

-Don't you guys have a toddler?
-Yeah, Gunther.

He sleeps through everything.
Can I get you something?

-I got Bagel Bites, I got Pop-Tarts...
-What are you, 12?

No, I couldn't smuggle all of the
foods I loved when I was in prison,

so when I got out, I
got all my favorites.

I got... I got Fudge
Stripes, Dunkaroos.

I got some Cherry
Cheese Pop'ems,

which is a weird thing to
have cherry and cheese,

but when you pop them,
you'll understand.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

I'll let you three talk.

Thank you, Gertie.

I'm sorry about that.

That was very tense.

The mismatched napkins?
That's a Canadian "fuck you."

Gertrude does not
appreciate my line of work,

and she does not appreciate me
talking about my line of work,

and you two reek of spy.

Well, she should be concerned

because we're not here to
celebrate your release.

We're here to talk business.

We need to know about a job you
recently did for Greta Nelso.

It involves a piece of
equipment that she's gonna use

to kill the US power grid, and
countless people as a result.

I did not know about that last part.
I'm not... I'm not that type of guy.

Well, yeah, that's why we're here
talking to you, not kicking your ass.

All I did was hook her up with
someone that could retrofit a drone

to withstand high pressure.

-That's all.
-High pressure?

She's not gonna use the drone
to attack from above again.

She's gonna attack the next
power plant from under the water.

It has to be the Kodiak
Island nuclear facility,

the one that's in
the Gulf of Alaska.

It's the only one of the four points
of vulnerability that makes sense.

Okay, look, Kodiak Island
sends all its nuclear power

through 1,500 miles
of underwater cable

to something called a coastal
load center in Seattle,

which then distributes the power
across the Pacific Northwest.

Wow, everything is so
exciting with you guys.

Do you ever have, like,
just a boring day?

Security, Lambert speaking.

Yeah, Officer Luke
Brunner from the CIA.

Your facility is
in great danger.

Is there anything unusual
going on over there?

No.

Look, uh, CIA and DOE alerted us
to the possibility of an attack

a few days ago,

but, uh, nothing's come up.

FDF's stationed outside
around the clock.

So nothing inside,
equipment, computer system?

Because the attack could
come from anywhere.

We're fully operational.

We also complete a daily diagnostic
check every day at 2 p.m.

It scans our systems for malware

and updates with any security
patches to prevent hacks.

I'll keep my eye out,
but I assure you,

as a nuclear facility, we
take every precaution we can.

Very good. Thank you very much.

Well, the Kodiak Island
hasn't been attacked yet,

so we have a chance to stop
Greta before she strikes.

So I've been researching.

Underwater cables
are usually buried,

but Greta didn't have the Great Dane
source any excavation equipment,

so I'm betting she's targeting the
cable somewhere where it isn't buried.

There is a 100-meter stretch
near the Gutierrez Trench

that's apparently
all firm bedrock.

They must've just run the cables over
it to avoid the cost of blasting.

That has to be
where she's going.

-Yes?
-Hey, it's Brunner.

I need you to send the Navy and the
Coast Guard to the Gulf of Alaska.

If we can act fast, we may
even catch Greta in the act.

The Gulf of Alaska is
almost 600,000 square miles.

I'll need something
more specific.

Well, then send the ships
to the Gutierrez Trench

with a submersible that goes
all the way down to the bottom.

We have reasons to believe that
that is where Greta will strike.

I'll see what I can do.

He has to make phone calls.

You know what? While we wait, you
guys wanna see something awesome?

You ever seen
anything so beautiful?

I used to dream I was sleeping
next to him when I was in prison.

Now I can see him
whenever I want.

Sometimes, I'll just sneak in
here and hold his little hand

and just stare at him.

Is that weird?

-No.
-Kinda.

It's such a precious time
when they're that little.

And then they grow up so fast.

Then all of a sudden,
one day you wish,

and you would do anything to
have them be little again.

Guys, if this kid wakes up and sees
us standing here, he's gonna shit.

-Yeah, let's go.
-Okay.

Oh.

-Yep.
-It's a no-go.

Things are tense
with the Russians,

and having the Navy or the Coast
Guard mobilize off the coast of Alaska

will rattle some nerves.

They cannot risk a provocative
action unless there's proof

Kodiak Island is in trouble.

What are you talking about, "proof"?
Can only have proof after her attack.

-Then it's too late.
-Well, there's nothing I can do.

I am a regional CIA director.

I am not the president.

I can't believe this.

I mean, at first when we were in
the tank, he was not very helpful,

and now he doesn't
want to do this.

Are you getting at something?

For someone that says
he wants to stop Greta,

Reed is not very helpful
in stopping Greta.

And then he comes out of nowhere
and takes over this director gig

because the guy that was
supposed to replace Dot,

his wife conveniently
gets into a car accident.

Are you trying to convince me
that someone within the agency

is working for Dante Cress?

Working for? No.

Is Dante Cress.

Knowing the way Cress operates,

it makes total sense that he's actually
part of the intelligence community.

Dad, you have no direct evidence.
It's speculation at best.

Shouldn't we just focus on trying
to stop Greta while we still can?

How? I mean, the last time I checked,
we don't have a high-tech submersible

that takes us all the way to the
bottom of the Gulf of Alaska.

No, but we do have

the very best black-market
trader in the world.

No, no, no. I...
I just got back.

I know you didn't do it on
purpose, but you did help Greta.

You really want that
on your conscience?

All right, fine.

I will call my
friend James Cameron.

He owes me a favor, and he's
got more subs than a Blimpie.

-You know James Cameron?
-Yes.

And if he wants me to keep
getting him that fabric

for his non-EPA approved
little blue uniforms

with the ping-pong balls all
over it, he'll play ball,

and there will be a high-tech
submersible in Alaska when we touch down.

My wife is right
behind me, right?

Look, I have to go, but it won't be
for three years this time, I promise.

We're out of ice.

Sorry you had to see that
and it got so heated.

You're OTS. You're supposed
to be good at this tech stuff.

It is a BlackBerry.
It's not Fort Knox.

All right? Just...
just get it done.

All right, thanks.
Keep me posted.

What's going on in here?

Oh, uh, well, embarrassingly,

I had printed copies of TIA
for personal consumption,

but, uh, I'm just gonna destroy
them. Better safe than sorry.

Yeah, that's a real shame,

especially after all
that colorectal research

you had to do on my character.

Yeah, this thing is so stupid.

This book is so stupid.

Let me... let me help ya.

I wanna feel good about myself,

and if that's the case, I have to go
and do something great in the real world

and not just be a hot,
ass-kicking comic-book character.

Well, I hate to
break it to you, man,

but being hot and ass-kicking in real
life doesn't always get you the girl.

Well, maybe not for you, chaps.

-What the hell is that supposed to mean?
-It means that Emma will be mine.

And then you'll be stuck with your
doodles and you with your swine.

Carter and I might not end up with Emma,
but it won't be because you're with her.

Yeah, it's 'cause she
likes good people like me

and not bad people like you.

Haven't you heard?

I've turned over a new leaf.

You can sell Emma whatever you
want, but I'm not buying it.

Yeah, me neither.

Why don't you let me prove
to you what a good guy I am?

Go on.

About half an hour ago, Mrs. Brunner
left the house with a wrapped present.

-What?
-What?

Yep. I tried to stop
her, but I'm all tied up.

I called out to you. You were out
back on your phone, as you are now,

and Carter, you were with that
shredder, so you couldn't hear me.

Lots of people have been
sneaking out of here

for a place that's
got five CIA agents.

I'm just saying.

She's not answering.

She probably took out her SIM
card so we can't track her.

She had a present.

She's gone to celebrate Romi's
birthday at Penny Possum's Pizza Place,

where they shove
pizza in your face.

On the video, Romi was saying, "They're
about to shove pizza in my face."

That's the slogan of Penny
Possum's Pizza Place.

When you're a kindergarten teacher,
you learn the birthday hotspots.

-I'm gonna go get Tally.
-I'll go with you.

-Nope.
-She won't wanna leave.

Okay, what are you gonna do?

Are you gonna physically manhandle
Luke Brunner's ex-wife into a car?

What would your boss think of that?
Listen, I've known her for years.

I'm sure I could
convince her to leave.

Shit. Okay, fine.

You know, I'm up for a lad's night out.
You know, change of scenery would be nice.

You're not going anywhere.

Well, actually, you know,

do we really wanna leave him with
the post-invasion Saddam Hussein?

Fine.

But if you try anything, you're losing
a leg along with 90% of your blood.

Okay.

Ah!

Lovely.

-Okay, Hamsteak.
-Don't touch my pig.

Hey, Donnie, would you look
after Hamsteak, please?

Yeah.

What's a Hamsteak?

It's my pig.

You guys see that pig too?

Okay, Hamsteak's
coming with. Let's go.

Let's roll.

Maybe bring back a pizza.

Okay, Mr. Putt, can you please
explain the meaning of this text

that you sent
several months ago?

"Sorry for the
issues last night."

"My staff wasn't operating at
full capacity after all the mead."

Who is the staff
that you mention?

Who did you have working
under you and Tina?

-Well...
-You know what? I'm gonna...

I'm gonna take this one.

So he wanted Tina
working under him,

but the staff, AKA his
donger, wasn't up to the task

because he had one too
many tankards of mead

at the nerd-tastic
Renaissance Faire.

Oh.

I see. Yeah.

My patient has a
heart condition,

so perhaps a short break so we can get
a glass of water and a beta blocker.

I don't want it.

-You sure?
-You should get it.

I'm fine with dying.

Oh my God.

-How deep is this trench?
-About 3,000 feet.

We should be hitting
the bottom any...

Oh!

...uh, second now.

Okay, there's the cable. Lifting
up a bit, moving forward.

Keep your eyes peeled
for anything off.

There. Right there.

All right, let's just get a
little closer and take a look.

What is that?

Someone cut open the cable and
put some kind of a device on it.

Well, this has to be Greta. But hold
on, this doesn't make any sense.

According to the schematics,

that device isn't attached to the cable
carrying the nuclear power from the plant.

It's attached to the fiber
optic telecommunications cable.

Oh my God, is it a bomb?
It looks like a bomb.

No, no, if you want
to blow the power,

then you would put a
bomb on the power line.

And if you wanna screw with the data,
you put something on the telecom line.

What the hell is Greta up to?

It has to be some kind
of a computer virus.

Something like the Stuxnet.

Mm-hmm. And what's that for
the non-CIA super geniuses?

Stuxnet was a virus targeted
at Iran's nuclear facilities.

It made the centrifuges
all spin out of control.

I mean, a virus like that would be
disastrous to the Kodiak Island plant.

It'd definitely force
it to shut down.

But if Greta has already
sent over the virus,

then why did they say
there is nothing wrong

over there at the
plant when we called?

Because nothing's wrong yet.

Didn't that security guy say they do
daily diagnostic checks and reboots?

Yes.

That's when the virus will
be activated in the system.

It's like an iPhone update,

except Greta's new feature is
gonna cause nuclear meltdown.

The diagnostic check is
in less than an hour,

so we have to get to the top
and warn them not to reboot.

Okay, but first we need to
get the device off the cable

so Greta can't just send the
virus to the plant again.

The submersible has
this robotic arm.

Let me just...

Whoa.

It's like the most high-stakes
game of Operation ever.

A little bit more to the right.

Shit. You know what?
Yeah. Be my guest.

Okay.

Now see?

Slow is smooth,
and smooth is fast.

I just have to get this off
without touching the power cable.

-Is there a problem, Dad?
-Oh shit.

Hey, princess.

I know May-me's not
supposed to be here,

but I just missed you so much.

No.

-No.
-Hey, Tally...

-We're just here to talk.
-Wait, Mrs. B.

-Wait.
-No.

I was gonna drop off the gift before
they got here, but they came in early.

Look, I don't wanna scare Romi, but
now I just have to see her, please.

I know, but you can't be out of the
house. It's dangerous for any of us.

This is ridiculous!

-Come on. Please, let me go.
-Uh, gents?

Gents?

-Dropping off a gift won't hurt anybody.
-Gents?

I hope I'm just seeing
things again here.

Shit.

It's the goddamn Swedish mafia.

There's a Swedish mafia?