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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.