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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!