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-Is that gunfire?
-Sandy.

Mom!

-You need to go.
-What's going on?

-You're in danger. Where's Oscar?
-Picking up the cake.

Take Romi and go out the
back. Now! I'll be fine!

-Go!
-Come on!

Why the hell is the
Swedish mafia here?

We jammed 'em up in Panama. I
guess they still got beef with us.

You two run for the
door. I'll cover.

-Ready?
-No!

Now!

Go, go, go!

Down here.

Hey, be a good boy, okay?

-Where are they?
-Reloading.

Five?

Wait, there were six men.

-Where the hell is number six?
-Hey. Psst. I'm ready.

-No, no, no.
-What do you mean, "no"?

-Put 'em down.
-I need something to fight with.

If you forgot who's in charge here, I
can run that way, and I can remind you.

Behind you!

Shit.

Penny Possum Pizza Place

We'll shove pizza in your face

From Timbuktu to outer space

We'll shove that
pizza in your face

Oh!

Penny Possum Pizza Place

We'll shove pizza in your face

From Timbuktu to outer space

We'll shove that
pizza in your face

Hot pizza!

-I need to do something.
-No, no, Carter, stay with me, please.

You don't understand. This
is my chance to be a hero,

just like Brock Hardman.

Carter, no! No!

From Timbuktu to outer space

We'll shove that
pizza in your face

Penny Possum Pizza Place

We'll shove pizza in your face

From Timbuktu to outer space

We'll shove that
pizza in your face

Wake up, Carter!

-Carter, wake up! Wake up!
-Shit.

Huh.

Thanks.

No need for this any longer.

Brilliant.

There must be a way of dropping some
weights so we can ascend to the top.

Yeah, ascent weights,

but they can't be released
without the computer system.

And that's down.

I tell you, Jim
Cameron is a smart guy.

He wouldn't have built a submersible
without a failsafe system.

There must be a way for us to
get to the top without power.

Why we stressin'?

Cameron's assistant said if we
don't resurface within eight hours,

he'll send for help.

You don't listen. In
less than an hour,

the nuclear power plant is going
to run a diagnostic reboot.

This is when Greta's
virus can attack.

Wipe the whole thing out.

I'm sorry, no,
I'm not listening.

The music's too loud, and
the vibes are too good.

Are you okay, Dane?

Huh? Yeah, I'm great.

I'm just gonna hit Shakedown
Street before the set starts

to get myself a special brownie.

-You want any?
-We're good.

All right. I don't wanna
miss "Drums" and "Space."

Oh God. The power outage
must have shut down

the system that regulates our levels
of helium, nitrogen, and oxygen.

If that ratio is off,

it could mean we experience high
pressure neurological syndrome,

which I think is why he thinks
he's at a Grateful Dead concert.

And it is very likely affecting
the both of us right now too.

Are you sure?
'Cause I feel fine.

Yeah,

pretty sure.

And what, Officer Putt,
was the purpose of this?

I just missed Tina.

Let the record show

that all of us admit that the
Lego head is super creepy.

But if that and dirty texts is
all you got, why are we here?

To get to the truth.

Now, Officer Putt, you made this
thing because you were lonely.

Now, you've been lonely a great
deal in your life, haven't you?

Now, do you feel that your
family history, or lack thereof,

has affected your judgment?

I'm sorry?

I'm asking if the lack of
familial love in your childhood

made you susceptible to
emotional manipulation.

I've counseled many patients
who've lost their parents.

Not once has it turned
them against their country.

Besides, I know personally

that the Brunners and everyone on
Barry's team love him like family.

And that includes me.

Now, if you have
any real questions,

we'll be answering them with
a cadre of real attorneys.

No offense, Roo.

Let's go.

Boom!

You can't handle the Roo-th.

I say we adjust...

I've served the
CIA since I was 20.

Been shot at while
hanging from a helicopter.

Fought to the death
in a Turkish prison.

I even got blasted into space.

I did that to defend this
country and its ideals.

I just fell in love
with the wrong person.

The ascent weights are
mounted to the hull

by bolts that dissolve in
seawater after 12 hours.

I'm trying to find a way to
drop the weights manually,

but it seems to be impossible.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Uh, yeah, I'm just
trying to think straight.

Gotta be a way to speed up
the dissolution of the bolts.

If fire takes in oxygen and puts
out carbon dioxide, is it alive?

That's it. We use the fuel
and the oxygen tank hoses

to create an acetylene torch,

then we can melt the
bolts through the hull,

and... and the weights
drop, and we float up.

That is a brilliant idea.

Wow.

Are you all right, Dad?

Dad, are you okay?

Okay.

Hi.

Hey.

-What happened? What happened?
-Time to go, champ.

-You hit your dome and ate the floor.
-What?

-Oh God.
-Take a seat. Sit down. Sit down.

-Oh, baby.
-What?

-Hi. Huh?
-Hold this. Hold it.

This is Officer
Reese, code 6318512.

We need clean-up at my
location ASAP. We got six down.

Six? I only count five.

-No, in the kitchen.
-There's no one in there, mate.

What? Call you back.

-You okay?
-Yeah.

I'm gonna be in
the car, all right?

Pardon me, I'd like to make
a whimsical purchase, please.

Shit.

Where the hell did he go?

Take me to Luke Brunner.

Oh bollocks.

We got a runner!

Son of a bitch!

Oh shit.

His leg thing is beeping.

Throw it!

-Very good.
-Thank you.

You saved my life.

Has anyone ever told you that you
look like a young Sigourney Weaver?

Okay, now she likes him too.

A three-quarter socket head, please. The
one that looks like a hollow cylinder.

-I know what a damn socket head is, Dad.
-Yeah, of course.

-Hey, Dane, give me the lighter.
-What's mine is yours, compadre.

There, we got it.

All right. Here.

Rivets heat the rods
that connect to the bolts

that hold the weights.

The bolts get hot, disintegrate,

weights fall off,
sub should rise.

This is working. We're rising.

We'll be topside soon.

We'll call Kodiak Island, tell
them to kill the diagnostic check.

Greta's not winning
this one. Yeah.

Look how beautiful you
look with your hair.

My hair?

Yeah.

You look adorable
too. So smiley.

And when you get excited, it's funny
because your arms go like this.

-When you look at me, what do you see?
-A puppet.

How are you seeing me?

I see pigtails and
a denim jumper,

and always my little girl.

Well, not always.

To be honest with you,

always.

Dad, I thought you were done
looking at me like a little kid.

I'm sorry.

If I gave you this
impression, I lied.

Because I know that
you're grown up,

but I still see the little
girl who played dolls with me.

Remember all the dolls you had?
You had, like, hundreds of dolls.

And every one of those
dolls had a backstory.

And then you would quiz me.
You'd ask me different questions.

If I got it wrong, all hell
broke loose, I tell you.

But I never turned it down,

because I knew that the day
will come when you grow up

and you will not invite me
anymore to play with those dolls.

I would give anything

to get to play dolls
with you one more time.

I'm sorry, Schatzel, if I...

If I always made you feel
like you're the little girl.

I... I will try to do better.

I promise.

If cells are constantly dividing,
which makes their numbers multiply,

are they multiplying or
are they dividing? Math.

I think I'm high.

Security office,
Lambert speaking.

This is CIA Officer
Luke Brunner again.

Do not run the daily
diagnostic check.

If you do, the virus is
gonna infect your system.

Hold on, something's happening.

Our coastal load center in Seattle's
in complete mechanical failure.

Seattle? That's where the Kodiak
Island nuclear power is sent.

Look, I... I gotta go.

If the load center's down, our
nuclear output has nowhere to go.

We need to shut
operations down now.

No, no. Wait, wait, wait.

Greta totally misdirected us.

Her virus wasn't
targeting the power plant.

She was targeting where the
power was sent and distributed.

She knew if she hit the
coastal load center,

then Kodiak Island would be
forced to shut itself down.

Greta, two. Us, zero.

Don't worry, man. There are
plenty of other fish in the sea.

Just next time, don't go
fishing in the Baltic Sea.

Hey. Hey, hey. I need
to talk to you three.

-I think I made myself clear earlier.
-You're gonna wanna hear this.

OTS went through Tina's
desktop, laptop, and phone.

We found encrypted
communications

between her and her
handler, Mikhail Volek.

That's our file on him.

Hmm.

They don't appear to have any
association with Dante Cress,

other than Russia's interest

in happily watching a terrorist
try to take down the US power grid.

Great, she's not trying to
destroy the world, just me.

From what we've ascertained,

Tina's parents emigrated to
Russia before she was born.

As a child, she was
part of a program

that paid families in exchange to send
children to a state-run espionage school.

As a teen, she was sent to
the US with a fabricated ID,

and began a career that led her to
the NSA, and ultimately the CIA.

I swear I had no
idea about this, sir.

We know that now.

Among Tina's communiqués with Volek, she
said that she had not turned you yet.

You have been reinstated.

There you go. You're
off the bench, pal.

-You feel better?
-Nothing can make me feel better.

Well, Greta's already halfway to
her goal to wipe out the grid.

Knowing her, she's probably
already on to her next move.

Then you should get out of here.
I'll wait for Cameron's sub guy.

How you gonna get home?

I'm the Great Dane. I'll finagle
a private jet or something.

We owe you one.

Thanks, Great Dane.

Achtung, baby. Go
save the world.

You guys are cool.

Tonight was fun.

Hey, I actually
ordered a... Whoa!

I wanted to look you in your eyes
and tell you what you already know.

And I know that what
we had was real.

The only reason you got caught

is 'cause you saved my life
while I was up in space.

So that means that deep down...

...somewhere,

you care about me.

I invested a lot of time
and energy into you, Barry.

And if you'd died,

I would have had to start all
over again with someone else.

So,

you don't love me anymore?

I never did.

Apfelstrudel and kaiserschmarrn?

Well, after everything
you two have been through,

I figured you deserve one
of your favorite breakfasts.

Mom, you didn't have to get up at
5:30 in the morning to make it.

Oh, I couldn't relax until you
came home anyway, sweetheart.

I'm just glad you're safe.

I love you.

Coffee.

What's going on?

What do you mean?

We just recently broke up,

and now all of a sudden you're serving
me kaiserschmarrn and apfelstrudel?

I mean, look, I know you well enough,
and I know you have a guilty conscience.

Dad, please. She's allowed to
make breakfast for her family.

Right.

-What happened while we were gone?
-Uh... May I watch Franklin & Bash, please?

What happened?

I went to Romi's party,

and the Swedish mafia showed
up and tried to kill us.

There. I'm sorry.

-Romi?
-No, everyone's fine.

-Well, Carter hit his head.
-What were you thinking?

I was thinking

I wanted to see my grandchild
for the first time in months!

I was thinking I
hate that your job,

something I had no say in,

is disrupting so many lives!

People could've gotten
killed because of you.

That was a selfish move.

-Okay, Dad, easy.
-I know. I was there.

I was terrified.

Thank God for Chips.

-What does he have to do with this?
-He risked his life to save mine.

There you go.

-You don't have to do this, you know.
-No, I'm happy to help.

Although, it would be much easier
if my... my hands were unfettered.

Look at this. So awkward.

Nice try.

Fine.

But I do appreciate
what you did for my mom.

You could've died for a
woman you hardly know.

Oh, but I do know her.

The put-upon wife of
an international spy.

Yes, that was my mom.

She passed when I
was seven, but...

...I never forgot the
essence of my mother.

She was a good woman.

A good woman whose first and
last priorities were her family.

And, well, Tally, her essence
is the same as my mom's.

That does sound like her.

You know, before you and
your father returned,

while she was cooking,

she brought me over a plate.

Shared a home-cooked meal
with me, a family meal.

I can't even remember the last
time I had that. It's magical.

You're very lucky.

-But you and your father were a family.
-I suppose.

Look, Emma, I, um...

I know I'm a bit of a nutter,
but I more than fancy you,

and... and um... I just
can't lie to you any longer.

About what?

About how my father passed.

He died because of me.

As we were completing our final
operation, I took a bullet to the thigh.

He refused to leave me behind,
and we were under fire.

He jumps on top of me, and
he's... he's riddled with bullets.

And as he's bleeding out, I'm just
desperately trying to gather up

the top-secret paperwork
that needs to be transferred.

You see, we obtained
this valise.

The lock had been shot off, and
the contents had spilled out.

We couldn't leave it behind.

Our government said it was
of the utmost importance.

-Always complete the mission.
-Always complete the mission.

I gathered everything, and...
that's when I saw they were photos.

A member of parliament
and his mistress.

That's what cost my father
his... his life, you know,

covering up an affair.
I mean, it's...

He saw those snapshots in my
hand as he was dying, and...

Theo.

That's when he knew it
was all for nothing.

I don't know why... I just... I've
never shared that with anyone before.

But with you, I'm...

I appreciate you
listening, Emma Brunner.

I do.

Oh yes. I have, um...

Here, hold on.

...a sign of my affection.

How about that?

May I?

-There you go.
-Mmm.

Fits beautifully.

Now watch closely.

Oh wow. Thank you.

I got a great deal on it, okay?

It was only like 500 tickets
or something. Can I kiss you?

Uh, absolutely not.

I didn't think so.

Uh, but thank you for this.

Wow. I... I do
appreciate the gift.

And, uh, since we're
done with the dishes,

I should probably, um,
get about an hour's sleep

before everyone wakes up and
this place gets really loud.

Well, I understand.

So rest up and, you know...

...dream of me.

-Back to the radiator.
-Back to the radiator.

I'll get him settled.

Hey, Dad.

Schatzel, better
get some rest, okay?

-You too.
-Okay.

Thank you.

It's the least I can do after
what you've done for Tally.

She and I may be through,

but I don't ever want
anything to happen to her.

And what you did took character.

Your thanks warms the
cockles of my frosty heart.

As long as you keep those
cockles away from my daughter.

So no sleep for the weary?

The adrenaline is still pumping
through my body from the last mission.

You know, you actually exceed
Greta's stories of you.

Greta talked about me?

Said she got all of her
best moves from you.

She's flattering me,
because the truth is,

she's the most brilliant operative
that I've ever encountered.

You know, Emma was hallucinating
today on the submarine

that I am a puppet.

I think that subconsciously,

she believes that I could be
manipulated by someone like Greta.

But Greta and I, we have a connection
that Emma will never understand.

I really believe that the only way I
emotionally disconnected from Greta

was because I
believed she was dead.

-But now since we know that she's alive...
-Luke. Luke.

-What?
-I may have made a mistake.

What mistake?

Before you got back,

Donnie left his laptop
on the coffee table.

When no one was looking,

I sent an email to Greta explaining
that you still had feelings for her.

-Why did you do that?
-I don't know.

I just... It's...

After spending time with
your family and your team,

there's just so
much good out there,

and I'd just rather be on the side of
protecting it than... than destroying it.

And I thought that the email

would get her to abandon going
through with Cress' plan.

If she knew you could be together
again, she'd stop attacking the grid.

You see, she's like me, Luke.
She's only in this for the money.

I don't think she wants to see what
happens when the power goes down.

No, I certainly don't.

Maybe I did once, but
I certainly don't now.

And if she believes that she has a
future with her once-in-a-lifetime love,

she might just abandon this
whole Dante Cress endeavor.

But...

I'm not sure any of us
have a future right now.

-Why?
-That's one of Greta's go-to mercenaries.

I must have left the connection
open on Donnie's laptop,

and they obviously traced
our signal back here.

Breach! Breach!

Six more out the back.
We're surrounded.

They've stopped about 30 yards away.
They don't seem to be coming closer.

What the hell's going on?

Greta has a dozen guys,
front and back, in position.

What are they, vampires?
They need to be invited in?

Isn't he supposed
to be handcuffed?

Three firearms per man, sidearms,
hip pieces, ankle bulges.

How did they find us?

I may have extended an
electronic olive branch to Greta

that turned out to be traceable.

Not cool, man.

Let's just focus on
how to get out of this.

-What's the hubbub?
-We got some bad boys in the 'hood.

-Nope. No.
-Oh God!

-Spotted dick.
-Oh my God!

-Bad, Donnie. Bad, Donnie.
-What?

The sergeant needs his space.

-What?
-You guys are a bunch of prudes.

He likes to breathe.

Salt-and-pepper pubes.

-Oh Jesus!
-Oh Don-a-mia.

I'm gonna get in touch with
Reed, get some backup here.

My phone is not working.

-I don't have any signal either.
-Me neither.

-Email's out.
-And texts. The sons of bitches jammed us.

We have a landline?

Greta.

So that's her.

This is awkward.

So, what's your game plan now?
Rescue Chips and kidnap me again?

None of the above.

I love you, you love me.

But I need to finish this job,

and you and your team have
become thorns in my side.

So for everyone's sake, I'm making
sure that your safe house stays safe

with soldiers of fortune
from around the globe,

the best Dante's money can buy.

They've been instructed
not to harm you

unless anyone so much
as sticks a toe outside,

then it's shoot to kill.

You make a move, and I put a
bullet through Chips' head.

I don't mean it.

Please do me the favor.

He not only got himself abducted, but
he hasn't even attempted to escape.

He's either useless
or compromised

by something that's
taken precedence over me.

So just sit tight

until my hired guns finish the
job and take down the grid.

Then you and I will
ride off into the sunset

like we should have done
all those years ago.

Cut it.

Scheisse!

She's cut the line.

Now we have no way
to call for help.

-Actually, wait, I have a sat phone.
-From where?

Nothing, it's just when we were fighting
the Swedes, I pulled it from their car.

-And what did you find on it?
-Stuff.

Shit, Aldon, what the
hell's wrong with you?

Look, I was gonna talk to Luke about
it in private when he got back.

-We just haven't gotten around to it yet.
-I order you to tell me what was on it.

-Carter's comic was on it.
-Oh God.

And an AI program the Swedes used
to match locations drawn in it.

Someone in their crew must read online
comics and they stumbled across it.

Carter, I'm sorry, man.

I know we're not each other's biggest fan,
but I didn't want it to go down this way.

It's impossible.

The only things I drew were stuff I
could see outside my bedroom window,

like downtown office
buildings, or a church steeple.

That's all AI needs.

They cross-reference photos and maps
and can pinpoint your general location.

The Swedes must have come here and
have been driving around for days

just waiting to spot one of us.

Clocked Tally and had their goons
follow her right to the birthday party.

Oh my God. I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry. It's not your fault.
I could've gotten us all killed.

Yes, it's definitely your fault,

but having their phone
actually might save us now.

It's blocked. We can't make a call, right?
But I bet there are Swedes still in town.

There is no way they sent all their men
on the one scouting party that found us.

If we turn the sat
phone back on...

The rest of the Swedes will follow
the GPS signal to our doorstep.

-Greta or her soldiers see them...
-Think we called someone for help.

-They go after each other.
-While we make our escape.

Then we all go out
for spicy pudding.

Pancakes without lingonberry.

What's the point?

It's Anders.

What's going on at
the pizza place?

He says CIA cleaning
crew is there.

Our guys are dead.
Their guys are gone.

It's Sven's phone.
It's back online.

It's a new avatar. How
do I make it bigger?

Greta found us here
because of me, right?

So the least I can do
is fight alongside you.

He was armed in the pizza place,
right? Did he try anything?

Actually, no.

-He turned his weapon over to me.
-All right.

-I'll take your cuff off.
-All right.

But if you try
anything, you're dead.

Drop your pants.

Oh, so it's fine
when he does it?

I spy with my
little eye something

red.

Stop sign.

I spy with my little
eye something...

...boxy!

-How the hell did they call in for backup?
-Luke always finds a way.

Ready? Let's get to the SUV.

Hey, Tally, do me a favor.

-I need my hands free.
-Yes.

It's okay. It's okay.

Come on, let's go.

-Floor it!
-Got it.

-Let's go.
-All right.

One, two...

Now, as civilians, you might
be feeling a little vulnerable

having lost your safe house.

More than a little.

Now, don't worry.

You're gonna be safe in here until
we get our new accommodations.

In the meantime, I got you all
limited access inside the building.

Here. For the gym,

the museum,

commissary,

and, of course, the gift shop.

-Thank you.
-Yep. Yeah, thank you.

Holy shit!

Whoa. Are those us?

Yeah, they arrived yesterday
to augment your therapy.

Mmm.

Hello, handsome.

Uh, just out of curiosity, what
are we doing with Dr. No Thanks?

Hmm?

It's a magnetic vest.

Aldon, you check with OTS

and see how far along they are
with cracking that BlackBerry.

-Take Chips with you.
-What do I do with piggy boy?

-Carter will look after him.
-Copy that.

Okay, there you go.

Oh fuck.

So he likes squash and carrots at
noon, a snack of broccoli at four.

He always naps after he eats,

He prefers to fall asleep
to Smokey Robinson.

He's afraid of vacuums,

and I swear to God, if there's a scratch
on a hair on his chinny chin chin,

it's your ass.

So I'm a... I'm
a pig sitter now?

And Emma and I will
talk to Greta's muscle,

squeeze everything out
of him that he knows.

All right, everybody?
Let's get going.

-Come on.
-All right.

So, what should we do first?

I'm good.

Ugh.

Tally, after this morning's excitement,
a little walk might make you feel better.

-Yes, please.
-Let's do it.

Thank you.

Oh my God.

It's a nice shiner
you got there, Dieter.

Unless you want a matching set,

I suggest you tell us everything
you know about Greta's plan.

-Eat shit.
-Now that's not very nice, Dieter.

We're here to try to help you.

I've been waterboarded and
survived Chinese water torture.

You can't break me.

Oh, we're not gonna break you.

-We're gonna call our friend Norm Carlson.
-Norm?

Greta went to a DARPA
facility in Kansas.

Why?

I'm just hired muscle. She
doesn't share any specifics.

Okay, contacts...

Carlson, Norm.

Okay, wait.

She said she needed to borrow
something from your government.

-What?
-I don't know.

But there's stuff that is
instrumental to her plan.

And if she wants something,
she can't be stopped.

You should know.

You're the one who has all
been hotsie-totsie with her.

"Hotsie-totsie"?

-He's a liar.
-I'm not lying.

I don't want Norm Carlson
anywhere near my slacks.

I think we got everything
out of him we needed.

Please rally the
troops. Briefing in ten.

How hotsy-totsy?

Director Reed, may I
speak with you a moment?

Well, we just learned from Dieter,
Greta hit a DARPA facility in Kansas.

DARPA spots are practically invisible.
How the hell could she pull that off?

Because it's Greta Nelso.

Sorry, I'm late.

The DOD has confirmed that
there is a secret DARPA facility

in Ulysses, Kansas.

That's not too far from
the hydroelectric dam

that Greta needs to take down.

The military's there,
and so far, they're fine.

DARPA's got all kinds of weapons and
gadgets, experimental and otherwise.

Scares me to think what she
could've taken from there.

It's Reed.

Yes, sir.

Understand.

Well, one thing we
know that she took,

which is an AWC, an
atmospheric water cannon.

What the heck is that?

It's like a bazooka gun that sucks
air in, pulls out all the humidity,

and then shoots water out the
other end at super high pressure.

-Like when you have dairy.
-Yep.

Let me guess. They hooked
the water bazooka up

to the Sun Tower's subterranean
molten salt exchange, and it exploded.

-Third power plant's down.
-And the National Guard surrounded it.

She must've made her
team drill underneath.

Bottom line is, Greta's
down to the dam.

She takes that out,
the grid goes with it.

And whatever else
she takes from DARPA

is gonna tell us exactly how
she plans to attack that dam.

Roo and Emma, you both go to Kansas. Find
out everything that you can at DARPA.

-Why?
-Boo.

Very simple.

You have proven to work very
efficiently together under pressure.

Aldon, Chips, and I,
we're gonna visit the dam.

Actually, I just got
an update from OTS.

The BlackBerry was a fresh burner.
Nothing on it other than emails.

But they confirmed that the
hitmen were hired by Cress

to take out Bashir the Builder
before he talked to us.

What's interesting is the emails are in
this distinct, rare Sardinian dialect,

so if we find the
hitmen's handlers,

we're one link in the chain
closer to finding Cress.

And I know just the little Italian
informant who's gonna get us there.

Nonna.

That Nonna makes
me uncomfortable.

She's kind of always... horny.

Barry, you're the
eye in the sky.

And Chips and I, we're gonna go
and visit the dam in Colorado.

What? Come again?

-He was busy doodling Garfield.
-Clancy.

Chips, you're coming
with me, so you gear up.

We're gonna take the planes.

It's gonna take us a few hours
to get to the dam and to DARPA.

So let's get going. Come on.

Hey.

You sure you'll be okay here,

one floor below
she-who-shall-not-be-named?

I think so.

I don't know.

Look, man, I know what it's
like to be in close quarters

with a woman you still feel
for that doesn't feel the same.

-Emma.
-Yeah, I'm still crazy about her, man.

No, um, I mean...

...Emma.

Shit.

I'm sorry. I just came
back for my phone.

I can't really talk about this
right now, 'cause of, uh, Greta.

Well, I don't wanna talk about it
ever. I'm gonna go save America.

Okay.

Shit.

I mean, I've known about his and
Emma's real job for a few months now,

but to actually be in the
building where they work...

That's a lot to process. I'll teach you
some breathing exercises that might help.

Thank you.

You know what? I'm just
gonna use the restroom.

-I'll meet you back at your office.
-Sounds good.

I'm going to go find some
sugar-free snacks for everyone.

Remember, breathe.

Okay.

Don't you run off now, comrade.

I'll be back in five.

What do you want?

When he was eight, Barry lost
his parents in a car accident.

At nine, his aunt got sick and
couldn't care for him anymore.

By 15, he had gone through
half a dozen foster homes.

Sixteen, he ran away
from an orphanage

because they made him
sleep in the basement.

At 21, he became Luke's
handler and part of our family.

He has a caring, loving
heart, and you toyed with it.

It's a spy game.

If he can't handle it, they're
hiring at the post office.

You don't fuck with
one of my kids.

The woman I love is off saving
the world, and what am I doing?

I'm sitting here
babysitting swine.

Mellow out, man. Tally and Dr. Pepsi
will be back soon with snacks,

so we just get to sit here,
chill, and do puppet shit.

You care too much.

I don't think you care
enough about anything.

Donnie, not too long ago, you were a
successful accountant with a nice suit.

And now you reek of body
odor and grain alcohol.

You spend all day watching
Franklin & Bash with a pig.

Like, how are you
okay with this?

Because when your heart's been crushed,
you see how meaningless it all is.

Great, you're another nihilist.
You're Dante Cress Jr.

Who's Dante Cress?

Holy shit, are you kidding me?

The guy trying to
destroy the world.

The guy that everyone in the house
has been talking about for days.

-How long has that door been open?
-I don't know.

The pig. Donnie,
the pig got out.

If we lose it,
Aldon will kill us.

-Which one's Aldon?
-Oh holy fuck. Just come on.

Okay, before I leave, I
wanna talk belly rubs.

What the hell?

Hey, little buddy.

Did dumb Uncle Carter and drunk
Uncle Donnie forget you already?

What a bunch of idiots.

All right, well do you just wanna
go on a mission with Daddy? Huh?

Go extract some
intel from an asset?

Okay, after you.

We really have no
idea how she got in.

When we checked the bin for the
water cannon, it was full of bricks.

-Bricks?
-Yeah.

The whole warehouse is weight censored.
We get a reading every half hour.

If it's so much as a pound off,
we know something's been taken,

so clearly she was careful to
replace the weight that she took.

I noticed there's... There
are no guards outside.

Yeah, that's the irony of
the more clandestine sites.

If we don't want enemies to know where
we are, we have to be inconspicuous.

If we had a bunch of
security, we would stand out.

Some DARPA sites have less
personnel than a Home Depot.

This is by design.

-Security footage?
-All clear.

Except for a
three-minute glitch.

-Uh, what glitch?
-No.

We had a brief power outage,

but there's no way that anyone
could've gotten in here, robbed us,

and gotten out in three minutes.

-You don't know Greta.
-Okay, well, you don't know our warehouse.

Yeah, maybe it would take longer
than three minutes to find it.

Is that the only fire exit?

Uh, there's one in
the southwest corner.

That leads to a fenced-in lot.
This one leads to the side street.

Then she came through here.

She wouldn't try
to pull this off

if she hadn't already paid
some teenage hacker six figures

to get into your
inventory system.

She knew where she was going. That's
why she only needed three minutes.

-Where was the water cannon?
-Over here.

That was only ten seconds. Add five
because she was carrying bricks.

-What are you doing?
-Math.

No more than 30 seconds to open a
container, replace its contents,

and put it back where it was.

That's down to 135 seconds
left before she's out of here.

I'd say she's 5'9", so she's
got about 30-inch gams,

moving at a clip of...

Here.

Whoa, what do you
think you're doing?

I'm gonna dig through your shit
to find out what Greta snatched up

right from under your nose.

We have devices and weaponry in here
which are completely experimental,

some of which are
extremely dangerous.

If you think you're gonna rummage around
like it's a bargain bin at a Walmart,

you are very mistaken.

No, you're not touching
anything without a court order.

You listen very carefully.

If you take one step to leave or
make a single move for that phone,

I will break exactly
four bones in your body.

Not gonna tell you which ones.
I want it to be a surprise.

But the last one will make it
impossible for you to shit straight.

Hey, look me deep in my eyes.

Ask yourself,

"Is this woman serious?"

Ha... Hamsteak.

Hamsteak?

He could be anywhere.

Who cares? We're finally out.

It's rumspringa, baby.

-Complete freedom!
-Don't do that thing with your arms.

We're supposed to lay low.

-Someone might recognize us.
-Who? One of Boro's buddies?

They want the spies, not us.

No, they'll hurt us
to get to the spies.

We're all in a safe house
together for a reason, remember?

Oh my God. What are you
doing? We're in public.

What kind of animal
pisses outside?

All of them.

Fair, but...

You know, we passed a
gas station a block ago.

I didn't have to go then.

Broken fly's always
catching my nads.

Ah, yeah.

We should only have one ball. You
know? Like the size of a Cutie?

Like the little oranges
kids get after soccer games?

Will you please stop
talking about this?

We need to find that
pig before it gets hurt.

If I screw this up after
the comic-book thing,

that'll be one more reason for Emma
to think that I am utterly useless.

What did I tell ya?
Don't care so much.

You get no shot with
Emma, believe me,

especially with that special agent
around with the washboard abs.

Have you seen that
guy in the shower?

No.

I have.

What the fuck?

Yeah, I just got the call.

Little hog just
came in the back.

-Let me go check it out.
-Little hog?

Hamsteak's a little hog.
He's in the back room.

Well, let's go get him.

Hey, guys. Sorry to bother you.

I think you guys might have
something that belongs to us.

You the buyers? It's not yours
till you show us the money.

Oh my God.

I think there's been some confusion.
We are just looking for our pig.

-Your pig?
-Yeah.

-You mean hog.
-Okay.

I don't give out PCP
for free, asshole.

It's like I said, put the
money down, and it's yours.

Oh boy.

I believe it's customary to
get the first taste free.

-What?
-Gotta know what we're buying here.

Stop.

-Who the hell are these pricks?
-The buyers.

My buyers are Samoan.

Shit. Yeah, I'm Samoan.

I'm not actually Samo...
I'm culturally Samoan.

I was adopted by Samoans.

Ethnically, I think I'm
Dutch, if anything. I think...

I haven't done the
ancestry.com...

Bad move, guys. CIA.

We're taking the drugs.
Hand over the drugs.

What are you doing?

No bricks. You sure this
is the area she took from?

-Don't question my math.
-Don't question her math.

What the hell is this?

Uh...

You are going to want
to put that down,

unless you wanna lose the
ability to speak for a few days.

I'm just wondering if maybe
she only took the water cannon?

Greta didn't turn off your power and
break into a supervillain's wet dream

to only walk away with one item.

Not when she had two
power plants to destroy.

Bricks!

Run the inventory number and find
out what the hell was in this box.

-Nice work.
-I know my way around a box.

Don't really know why
you wanna look up here.

If you wanna take down a
dam, you attack its base.

And you saw the military
personnel down there.

There's no way she
could get to it.

Well, that's what we thought
at Litchfield and Kodiak.

-We can't underestimate Greta.
-Hey, up ahead.

It's the patrol captain.

Yup, he's gone.

That's one hell of a booger.

It's not a booger.

It's a quick-hardening foam.

Emma, Roo, we found the
patrol captain asphyxiated

and expanding foam
made from viscoelastic.

The military designed that
as a non-lethal incapacitator

to stop suicide bombers.

-How's this connect with the LRAD?
-What the hell is an LRAD?

It's a long-range
acoustic device.

It's like a sound-wave gun.
Greta stole one from DARPA.

What could you possibly do with
an acoustic device at the dam?

That I can explain.

The viscoelastic foam
found in that guy's nose?

That stuff expands rapidly to deaden
kinetic energy and to absorb impact.

But underwater, it won't
work. It doesn't expand.

But if you had an LRAD...

If they dump the foam
into the dam's works,

it can harden with targeted
acoustic vibrations.

The foam hardens in the turbines,
the turbines stop spinning,

the dam stops generating power.

There goes the final
point of vulnerability.

And we're back to
the Dark Ages...

...literally.