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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?