All language subtitles for True Lies s01e09 Bitter Sweethearts.eng

HARRY: I'm Harry Tasker,
husband, dad, computer salesman,

and for 17 years the most
important person in my life

didn't know
I was also something else.

Omega Sector's top spy.

HELEN:
I'm Helen Tasker,

wife, mom and professor.

After an unfortunate incident

where I found out
our whole life was a lie,

now I'm also a spy.

HARRY:
Honey, all those things are true.

They're just, you know...
HELEN: What?

HARRY:
True lies.

("Grass in the Wind"
by Will Logsdon playing)

♪ Grass in the wind ♪

♪ Like a lullaby ♪

♪ Not a thought in my head ♪

♪ Just open sky ♪

♪ There's a war in the news ♪

♪ Where they're fighting
for peace ♪

♪ They're modern-day saints ♪

♪ Locked up in chains ♪

♪ Grass in the wind ♪

♪ Like a lullaby ♪

♪ Not a thought in my head. ♪

(engine stops)
(music stops)

(loud popping in distance)

What the...

HELEN:
What if one of us died suddenly?

Ugh.
Where did that come from?

I don't know, maybe
your incredibly violent

intelligence briefing?

I mean...

things happen to people
at top-secret spy agencies.

You never thought about this?

Honey, we just
brushed our teeth.

You're really thinking
about dying right now?

Yeah, and a bunch
of other things.

None of it
ever gets to you?

What?
All of it.

All the stress that gets
in the way of everything.

I mean, we have spontaneous
international travel,

then we get shot at,

we get home just in time to have
to take Jake to soccer camp.

I mean, we see each
other all the time,

but we don't really
see each other.

I see you almost die
about every week.

And we never go on
any dates anymore,

and we always just
talk about Omega.

(sighs)

Maybe I just
need some love.

Maybe that's what I need. Yeah.
Okay. Oh.

Yeah.
That would be helpful.

Oh, honey, yeah.

I know, it's just...

Huh?
Any other time I would, absolutely, obviously,

but, um...

the terrorist
we captured this morning--

he kind of kicked me
in the dice. Uh...

This is what I'm
talking about, Harry.

Work getting in the way.

I have an injury, honey.
It's okay.

I'm tired anyways, Harry.

Good night.

Good night.

(sighs)

I'm injured.

I got to go.

All right.
Don't forget your lunch.

Mom, I can't.
I'm gonna be late.

Well, you can't be starving

and I can't have you go
to Riley's slumber party

all hungry. Her parents are
gonna think I don't feed you.

(laughs)
Thanks. Bye.

Hi. Have fun.
Bye, Dana. Love you.

(door opens)
Hi, beautiful.

Good morning.
(door closes)

Good morning. Hi.

I'm very busy right now. Mm.

I'm just finishing
what we started last night.

(laughs) Okay.

Now that I've recovered.
(laughs) Oh.

Well, I'm very busy.
I have all these dishes.

Lots of things on my plate, Yeah.

if you will.
Mm-hmm.

Let's do them later.
Let's just put that down.

Hey, so I was thinking about
what you said last night.

Hm.
About all the work and stress getting in the way.

Mm-hmm.
Well, it doesn't have to.

Maybe we just need to work
a little harder. (chuckling)

(squeals, laughs)

(cell phone dings)

(both groan)

That was getting so good.

It's an alert from Omega.
Can it wait?

I don't think so.

They want us to go to
counterintelligence immediately.

So, no dishes and no kisses?

Oh...
(chuckles)

I'm sorry, honey.
It's fine.

Let's go save the world. Mm.

♪ ♪

Wow. It's been a while since

I've been down to
counterintel. Fun.

Yeah, fun.

I was being
sarcastic, actually.

Hey, um, you okay?

You still messed up about Eva
breaking up with you? Breaking up?

She... Eva didn't...
That was a mutual choice.

Really? (scoffs)

'Cause I heard
she broke up with you

because you designed
some kind of software

that pretends to be you
and sends her lovey texts.

Oh.

I better, um...

I'm gonna...

I will meet you down there.

Eva.

Gib.

Operations just
sent me downstairs

to set up the computers
for your briefing.

Great, great.

(clears throat)
Hey, do you think we could...

I... need to get going.

Hey. I brought...

You already have a cup.

Uh, right. It's your day.

Um...

I... Uh... Yeah.

Could always use
another cup, though.

No, no, no, it's fine.
I'll-I'll drink it. No.

No, it's fine.
I said it's fine.

Oh, my... (groans)
Ugh.

Look what you did.
No, just-just clean it up.

Just... just got
coffee everywhere.

Okay, l-let me get it.

Ow! (groans)
Aah!

Your bowling ball head
hit me in the eye.

Now I got coffee in my hair.
Now I have coffee in my hair. Well, okay...

...no matter what they do.
No. Okay...

I'm not talking about
other couples, Harry.

I'm literally saying that
(Maria and Luther continuing indistinctly)

our situation is unique.
They're not spy couples.

People at the bank
LUTHER: Sorry.

don't need to worry
about friendly fire.

Maybe put those lids on
when you get the coffees.

Maybe then don't request
that I leave them loose

So that you can put
in milk and sugar. Can we get started, please?

Mrs. Tasker, we haven't met.

Rex Kelly, head of counterintel.

Hi. I'm Helen. It's really...
Right. Now,

I'm sure you're all wondering
why you're here.

As you know, counterintel deals
with threats to Omega itself.

Well, in the past

two weeks,
two retired Omega operatives

have been murdered.
HELEN: Harry.

Operative Cal Haskin,

killed yesterday,
blown up in his car.

Lance Dale, killed two weeks ago

when someone blew up
his houseboat.

Both were members of a team
that was disbanded

15 years ago.

So, they had new identities.
How were they found?

That's exactly what
we're trying to find out.

Thank you for interrupting.

You got it.

KELLY:
This should have been impossible,

which is why we have to assume
whoever did this

poses an extreme threat
to Omega.

Well, that's not good.

How astute of you,
Mrs. Tasker.

It's certainly not good.

Sarcasm. Got it.

Since the two victims

were from the same team,
we start there.

Your mission
is to secure

the two remaining members
of the team

and see if they have any intel
on the situation.

Make sure you
get to them

before anyone else does.

Collect those operatives,

and you find some answers.

Move out.

("HERE CoMES TROUBLE"
by STRIKING VIPERS playing)

♪ There's a wicked wind
blowing ♪

♪ I feel it in my bones ♪

♪ Everybody gonna know it ♪

♪ I'm about to hit
the danger, danger zone... ♪

All right,

our first target is Arnie Orwig,

a retired field op

currently living
in rural Virginia.

I'll be the eye in the sky
in the van

with Luther and Maria
standing guard.

Harry, Helen, you'll go in
and make contact.

Remember, people, we have
a mystery assassin

on the loose.
Let's make this quick.

♪ Yeah, here comes trouble. ♪

HELEN: This is how a retired
Omega operative lives?

Weren't you just saying
that I didn't need to worry

about what the stresses
of spy life does to a person?

Maybe he's just
eccentric. Oh.

Okay. Booby traps in the yard.

Okay. What about
the Amazon delivery guy?

He just murders them?
Just kills them.

Throws them in the yard.
We just need to talk to him, Helen.

I'm sure he's
a perfectly normal guy.

Who are you?!

Whoa!
Whoa, whoa, hey, Arnie.

How do you know my name?

We need to talk.

I don't need to do anything.

You got ten seconds
to get off my land.

We're Omega Sector.
Is that right?

Then you got five seconds!

Your team, Cal and Lance,
they're dead.

What?

Somebody murdered them.

That's why we're here--
because you might be next.

Oh.

Better come inside.

See? Perfectly normal.

Ah, just a sweet
invitation. Okay.

How do you go from
a top Omega operative

to a guy that collects
old refrigerators?

I read the report
on the team,

why they were disbanded
and put into early retirement.

And?

And it said they
were out of sync.

Out of sync?
Like how?

Didn't say much
more than that.

They were working
well together,

and then
"The team was unable

to coordinate activities
effectively."

The coffee thing wasn't...
You don't think the coffee...

Yeah.
That's not...

It's completely different.
(scoffs) Completely.

What does coffee
have to do with anything?

GIB (on comms):
Guys, what are you doing out there?

You're supposed to be scanning
for threats.

Mm-hmm. On it.
Copy that.

Let's just try
and stay focused, okay?

Just try.

Want a beer?

Oh, it's 9:30
in the morning.

I got some Bloody Mary mix.

Oh, okay.
No, Arnie, we're fine. But we really

need to know who
might be behind this.

Did Cal or Lance
have any enemies?

ARNIE:
Of course. We all did.

Oh. Got a shotgun on
a trip wire. That's normal.

Hm.
HARRY: Anyone specific?

You're asking the wrong guy.

I haven't seen
or spoke

to any of those people
in over 15 years.

And why?
What happened?

Short story:
a mission went sideways.

Lance almost died,

everybody blamed each other.

You know how it is,
you start off like a big family,

and then the job gets to you.

And it didn't help
that I was dating Sharon.

Huge mistake.

Mixing Omega and love--

you're always doomed.

Yeah, about that,

we're gonna need you
to come with us.

To get Sharon.

(chokes, spits) No way. Arnie...

There is zero percent chance
that's happening.

She might be in danger.
I would rather

have rats eat my eyeballs

than even see her face.

I'd rather have
my nether regions

dipped in boiling acid.

Yeah, okay, before you
finish this poem,

just know that you might also
be in danger.

I'll take my chances.

The last time
I saw Sharon was when

the team broke up.

We were living together.

I went out to golf,

I came back home
and the house was empty.

And I mean completely empty.

She even took the ice cube trays
out of the freezer.

What kind of a sick witch

takes the ice cube trays
out of the freezer?

Did she buy 'em?

If I never see her again,
it'll be too soon.

I need another beer.

Arnie.

We're under orders.
We have to bring you

and Sharon in.

(mouthing)

Arnie?

Luther, Maria,
he ran out the back.

We're on our way.

Ow!
You ran into me.

Luther, Maria,
are you all right?

We're fine.
No problem.

Stop right there, Arnie.

(grunts)

Leave me alone.
We can't do that.

I'm done with Omega and Sharon.

People are dying.
We have orders.

No, you have orders.
I don't.

All right, come on.

Not bad for an old guy.

(grunting)

Okay.

All right,
you're coming with us.

(grunting)

ARNIE:
This is kidnapping,

you know.

Straight-up kidnapping.

Little appreciation.

We're trying to save your life.

Then why are you taking
me to see Sharon?

She'll kill me sooner
than any assassin.

HELEN:
Okay, it can't be that bad.

You guys worked
together for many years.

You say that like
it's a good thing.

Yeah, actually, I found it...

Honey.

Whoa. Whoa.

Are you two together?
Married,

yes, for 17 years.

Both of you
work at Omega? Mm-hmm.

That is the worst idea
I've ever heard.

You guys
are doomed.

Little advice?

Throw the towel
in right now,

before it gets too bad.

Well, I don't think we need
to take marriage advice

from somebody who collects
old refrigerators.

(chuckles)

Suit yourself. You don't
want to hear the truth?

Hey, it's none
of my business.

You know what's
even worse?

Dating someone at
Omega, breaking up.

That's a disaster.

'Cause you got to see them

every day.

And it just eats at you
from the insides.

Hey! I got an idea.

How about we focus
on the mission?

Huh? How about that?

Mm-hmm.
That's a good idea.

I'll tell you, it's best
if you take me to Omega.

Let the other
guys get Sharon.

GIB:
Yeah, Arnie.

Let's go 150 miles
out of the way

and split our security detail

because you don't
want to be in

the same room as your ex.

Great idea.

We need both of you

to put your heads together
on this one.

Trust me, it'll go
better without me.

It'll definitely go better
if you stop talking.

Hmm.
(bottle opens)

Want a hit?
I'm good.

So, what do you think
happened back there?

What?
We ran into each other.

It was a difficult
tactical situation.

Running around a house?

I mean,

maybe it's true,
maybe we are...

getting out of sync.

Okay, honestly--

and maybe I shouldn't say this--

but I think
you're just a little...

...distracted.

Distracted? By what?

Oh, dude, seriously?

All you do is hang around
the engineering department

and talk about Quinn and

her adorable...
You're the one that's distracted

because suddenly you have
this new dog

that you
coincidentally got

when I started dating Quinn.

Okay, Kevlar is a top K-9 unit.

He's a better spy
than either of us.

Hey, you missed the turn.

I'm the one who's distracted?
Okay.

MARIA:
Kevlar can drive better than you.

HELEN: This is encouraging.

You see? Not all retired
spies decorate their place

like they're prepping
for the apocalypse.

I'm standing right here.

Ooh, wonderful lawn,
beautiful gardenias.

Maybe Arnie was just another
man calling a woman crazy.

Don't judge a porch
by its wind chimes.

Sharon.

We're with Omega.
We need to talk.

Well, must be important
if you brought him.

Hello, Arnie.

Hi.

Well.

Come on in, then.

Thank you.
Thank you. One quick sec!

Whoa!
Oh! Oh!

Not cool!
Not cool!

I told you she was crazy!

I don't know what
to tell you guys.

Been out of the game
since the team disbanded.

New name, throw pillows
on the couch.

Gave all that up
and never looked back.

Yeah, but you remember.

What about any old
enemies? Anyone

you can think of
that has a grudge

against you or Omega?

(scoffs)
Cap'n Kleenex over there

is the better person to ask.

What's that supposed to mean?

His career was
a lot messier than mine.

Not to be harsh,

but I was the only thing
that kept Arnie

from turning into a paranoid,

vagrant, alcoholic loser.

Oh, yeah, that's
not harsh at all.

Yeah, no, the truth hurts, sweetheart.

Let me guess.

Fridge full of beer
and a yard full of fridges?

Yeah.

ARNIE:
I'm a tactical specialist.

Those are defensive positions.

At least I'm not
an uptight control freak.

Oh, this again?
Okay, we just need some intel.

We're here for intel.
I'm controlling

because I suggested that

you change your
underwear periodically?

Well, the joke's on you.

I don't even wear
underwear anymore.

Oh, you're disgusting.
No, people think it's sexy.

Sexy.
Their relationship is terrible.

(Sharon and Arnie arguing)
I know what you're insinuating,

and just because
they're like this does not mean

we're gonna end up like this.
You're an old cat lady.

I have two cats
because you're allergic.

Okay, he just called
her a cat lady.

Okay. Enough.

You guys just made me
get out of my tac van.

And I do not like
getting out of the van.

I love getting
out of the van.

We got a mission here
to focus on, Arnie.

Omega Sector's under attack.

And we need actionable intel.

Harry.

Take Arnie in the den.

You can say
"please." Just...

Please move.
Thank you, that was better.

Helen.
Hm?

Debrief Sharon.
(mouthing)

I'm gonna set up here.

Move. Now.
(indistinct chatter)

All right, Arnie.
Tell me something.

I've already told you everything
I know, which is nothing.

You can't think
it's a coincidence

that whoever's behind this

killed two members
from your team.

There must be some
bad blood somewhere.

It's Omega Sector.

That job gets in
the cracks of your relationships

and tears them apart.

You know what I'm talking about.

You're married
to an Omega operative.

Helen and I are fine.

Keep telling yourself that.

It starts small, too.

The way you stack
the dishwasher,

the way you load your gun.

And then it snowballs.

And then one day
she accidentally

leaves a live grenade
in the shower

because you forgot her birthday.

All right, Arnie.

Please, can...

Live grenade?

Yeah.

Wow.

Please, tell me about the team.

Who were they?
How did they operate?

Cal was the tech guy.
He was amazing.

Anywhere in the world,
he could get to a phone,

get you online
in five minutes flat.

After retirement,

he went down a rabbit hole

on the Internet, you know, and

he didn't get out much.

And what about Lance?

Lance was a field guy.

But he was also
huge on research.

Never met a file
he didn't love.

You go over to his place,

there's nowhere to sit.

Because there's files
and file cabinets everywhere.

A house full of files?

He lived on the houseboat
that exploded.

They didn't find any of that.

You must have missed something.

'Cause that's who Lance was.

He must have
another place, then.

I know this this
is not fun for you.

But my husband and I

are here because
you're in danger.

(coughs) Excuse me.

You two are married? Uh-oh.

Yeah, we're actually doing
very well, thank you.

Omega has brought us
a lot closer.

At first maybe
you see it that way.

But you will soon lose

those rose-colored lenses

and only see the strain

that will be
tearing you apart.

So, just make sure
you don't have kids.

We already have children and we
love them and we care about them

and we want to keep them safe,
so you need to

tell us who might
be behind this.

Right, so there's
this one thing.

Right before the team broke up,

Lance had this
crazy theory

that there was some
shadow organization

coming after Omega
called Krypsys.

Krypsys. Okay.
And what else do you know?

There's nothing
else to know.

Lance was good
at seeing patterns,

but he had tons of theories.

And as the team
was deteriorating,

his theories became
more and more nuts.

We looked into Krypsys
every which way

and got nothing but smoke.

Told him to let it go.

And what if he was right?

Hey, Gib, how's it
going in there?

Yeah, we're not exactly
blending in this neighborhood.

GIB:
Yeah, well, keep scanning for threats.

We might be onto
something in here.

Cool, well, just keep in mind
we are wearing guns in a suburb. Yep.

All right.

So, I looked up all
the residential properties

within a 25-mile radius
of Lance's houseboat.

Okay, I figured
if he had another place

it'd be close to where he died.

(typing)

Then...

I ran background checks.

These are all the places
with questionable records.

Probably mostly tax frauds,

but if you see something,
you let us know.

Harry.

Oh.
Oh. Yeah.

See anything now?

I'm not recognizing anything.

Wait a minute.
Mm-hmm.

This one.

It's registered

to John Jay.

ARNIE:
Father of American counterintel.

Lance wouldn't shut up about
him during his Krypsys rants.

Okay.

That's something.
Good work.

Thank you.
Appreciate it.

Unbelievable.
What?

After all these years,

you're still trying
to steal credit.

How could I steal something
that's obviously mine?

Oh, please.
HARRY: All right, guys.

The-the point is we have
actionable intel

and we should get
over there ASAP.

Okay. Yep.

All right, well,
if I'm going out

into the field again,
I am not going like this.

Oh, Sharon, we don't have
time for you to change.

Oh, don't worry about
that, sweetheart,

I'm much too old to change.

You can't bring your cats.

Shut up, Arnie.

Go to the mantel
and get the urn.

What?

SHARON:
Bought it for your ashes, Arnie.

A girl can dream.

Open it.

(clears throat)

This is...

my...

I know what it is.

Just remember:

I'm still faster
on the draw than you.

You try anything...

I'll shoot off your extremities.

Yeah, you better have
some big bullets, lady.

SHARON: You know I do.
ARNIE: Why are you always like this?

SHARON:
Because you always do stupid things.

Okay, I think we're gonna need
a boy car and a girl car.

(Sharon and Arnie arguing)
(sighs)

Man, she had my favorite gun.

Limited edition Ruger P89.

She had it in an urn, Arnie.

She probably took it when
she took your ice cube trays.

ARNIE:
But she had it ready for me.

Like she thought
I might come back.

Are you getting romantic?
Arnie, she just

punched you in the face.
Yeah, I thought you hated her.

I do hate her.

She is the worst.

But she gave me direction.

She gave all
of us direction.

That thing she and I had--

it was messy,
but it was hot.

And you think about that.

Sitting home
by yourself.

Day after day,
just getting older.

Thinking about
what could have been.

Imagine if you had
something like that

with somebody you
really cared about.

But you screwed up

and let it slip away.

You think about
what a great team

you were and how

you'll probably never have
that with anyone else.

But you let the job
tear you apart.

Day by day.

HARRY:
Okay.

Okay, let's not
get overboard here.

It's just a gun.
It's not just a gun.

It's my gun.

I shouldn't have
given Arnie that gun.

Bet you anything he's reading
too much into it as we speak.

Why do you care?

Yeah, I thought
you wanted him dead.

I did.

I mean, I do.

(sighs) But the gun.

Kept it around
because it reminds me

of the things I do miss.

I mean, as tough
as it was

being a spy couple,
there was always

this part of it
that was just... (sighs)

amazing.

And sexy.

Being a team,
saving the world.

Ready to die for each other.

You said that part
goes away though?

It does.

I mean, it's gone, 100%.

But you still remember.

Repelling down the Eiffel Tower,

you hit the ground and...

start tearing each
other's clothes off.

Oh, it's like
a grenade going off.

Okay, let's put the pin
back in that grenade. Mm. Yep.

We're here.
(Helen clears throat)

GIB: All right, here's how it's
gonna go at Lance's place.

Arnie and Sharon,
we need you to get along.

Harry and Helen are gonna
need your eyes in there.

Luther and Maria, keep an eye
on the perimeter.

Keep it tight. Okay?

We're just here to collect intel

and get out of here.

Oh, boy.

GIB:
What?

What is it?
You find something?

We found a lot of things.

This is definitely
Lance's place.

That man could go through
a ball of yarn.

This is all Krypsys.

How much of this
did you know about?

I didn't know
anything about it.

It was Lance's crazy theory.

He saw that symbol
on a document

I thought someone was
doodling a spider,

but he couldn't
stop talking about it.

We thought he was obsessed.

Okay, guys, take a look around,

see what you can find.

I don't want to be here
any longer than we have to.

Luther, Maria, how's
it going out there?

I haven't seen
anyone yet, but...

GIB: But what?
Is there a problem?

Not sure. Looks like
Lance was a little more

tech-savvy than Arnie.
We got

cameras,
motion detectors.

Copy that.

Checking for
electronic signatures.

Yep, I got low-grade electrical
activity all over the place.

And below the frequencies
we normally search.

And it looks like it's active.

This guy's been dead for weeks.

Why would his system
still be active?

Could be there just wasn't
anyone to turn it off.

No, this thing
is sending signals

back and forth like
someone's controlling it.

Hey, Harry?

I don't like what
I'm seeing out here, buddy.

Yeah, I'm not liking
what I'm seeing either.

Gib, Lance wasn't
just looking into

Krypsys, he was looking
into Omega Sector, too.

Harry, that's us in Paris.

What are we doing on there?

I don't know, honey.

But I don't like it.
ARNIE: Oh, boy.

Check that out.

Cal's photo is X'd out.

SHARON:
Cal got killed

weeks after Lance.

Gib, was Lance's body found
after the houseboat explosion?

GIB:
Body, no.

Blood traces only.

HARRY:
I hope I'm wrong, but

I'm beginning to think

that they're not
gonna find a body.

Guys, we need
to clear out, now.

Don't have to ask me twice,
I'll tell you that.

Wait! Arnie!

(gunfire)

What's happening?

Helen, just keep your head down.

It doesn't go any more down.

(grunting)

Arnie, you're bleeding.
Were you hit?

Yeah, by you.
My nose is bleeding again.

Oh.
I'm fine, I'm fine.

(gunfire)

Gib, what the hell's
going on out there?

I got armed units in the woods.

They're moving in on the house.

Where did they come from?

I don't know, they didn't
show up on my scans.

How is that possible?

(stammers)

Harry, there's something
you should know.

That's Lance's

specialty: cloaking devices,

avoiding scans.

He's a genius at it.

Oh.

MAN:
You dead, Arnie?

Please tell me he's dead.

Lance, you're alive.

You figured that out
just because

I'm standing here
talking to you?

What are you doing?

Oh, just...

settling some old scores.

You remember our last mission?

I told you we were in danger.

I told you someone
was working against Omega.

But you didn't believe me.

And when I got shot...

We tried to save you.

You left me to die.

Okay, we need to find
a way out of here.

I'm working on it, Helen. Helen?
Uh-huh?

We tried to save you.

Then why was I the one
holding my guts in,

crawling out of
a firefight alone?

SHARON: The smoke was too thick

for the helicopters.

Arnie went in to try to get you.

He should have been with me.

If you had listened
to me about Krypsys...

ARNIE:
Well, were we supposed to believe

a bunch of disconnected
intel reports?

You were supposed to believe me.

You, Omega--

everyone betrayed me!

So I had to find a new home.

And I found one.

With Krypsys.

Turns out they're just as real
as I thought they were.

Funny thing-- they didn't know
about our tradecraft,

our operations, personnel.

Until I came along.

I thought I needed them.

They needed me.

HARRY:
Gib, they're at the back door, too.

We walk out the
door, we're dead.

Yeah, we're not much
better off out here, buddy.

(indistinct shouting)

We got armed men on both flanks.

Come on.

15 years is a long
time to hold a grudge.

LANCE:
Just following the breadcrumbs back to Omega.

Got my break when one of their
ops went sideways in Paris.

And there was a spy hunter
in Mexico, too.

And an incident in Panama.

I'd say to ask your friends
in there about it,

but it's a long story

and you'll be dead soon.

Can't we just
talk this out, buddy?

I'm done talking.

Time to die... buddy.

(gunfire continuing)

I don't think
they're really buddies.

(indistinct shouting continuing)

Get 'em out
of there.

Move!

HARRY:
Guys, I think we have a bigger problem.

He's got shoulder-mounted
missiles.

Probably the same ones he
used to blow up Cal's car.

The furniture.

Move it to the wall.

All right.

What are you doing?

It's a terrible time
to build a fort.

You think the pleather in the
couch is gonna stop a missile?

I'm not sure about
this plan either, Harry.

That missile is gonna
go right through

the pleather, through the
wood, through the house.

Exactly, when it does,

it's gonna cause a lot
of smoke and fire.

And we're gonna use it
as our cover to exit.

Oh, we're just waiting
to be blown up by missiles.

Honey, it's our only chance.

All right. Okay, come on.

I'm gonna go out first.

Take his fire.

I'm the one he wants.

You're the one he wants?

Yeah, I was
the team leader.

What? Oh, like you ever made
a decision without my okay.

He wants me just as badly
as he wants you. What are you talking about?

No, we'll both go.

Like hell we will.

Come on, Arnie,
you're not gonna last

Oh, great teamwork.
ten feet without me. I'm a better shot.

You're embarrassing me in
front of the young people!

We'll go out together.
All right? As a team.

Cover each other, got it?

Got it.

Harry?

Can we settle on
a plan here, guys?

'Cause that missile
is looking ready.

HARRY:
Yeah, we're coming out.

But we're sitting ducks
with those machine guns.

Hey, Luther, Maria,

can you take some of them out,

clear a path for us?

I don't know.

They got us
pinned pretty good.

Harry. If either one of them
misses, the other one's dead.

Yeah, well, take them
out at the same time.

Oh, sure, man, how
about I high dive

into a thimble
while I'm at it?

If you got a better
idea, they got

plenty of missiles
for both of us.

All right, guys. This is it.

I can't believe
we're about to die together.

Again.

I know.

I hate you.

I hate you so much.

SHARON:
I hate you more.

I hate that I love you.
Me too.

Anything so much as
crawls out of the ashes,

fry it.

Mm-hmm.

Yes!

Count of three.

We go on three or we go on go?

Guys! You got this.

Okay? You're in sync.

And you always were.

Now let's go! Now!

Go, go.

Open fire!

Let's roll!

Go!

Okay, Harry, he's got
another missile loaded up.

Yeah, we're doing
the best we can here, Gib.

We're not gonna make it, Sharon.

You remember Cartagena?

When we blew up those cartel
guys with their own explosives?

Arnie, you know what that means.

Well, if that's
what has to happen,

there's no one
I'd rather be with.

Let's go.

Where are they going?

Stop!

Arnie!
Sharon!

Aah!

HELEN:
Arnie. Sharon.

They're gone, honey.

They're gone.

KELLY:
We're still sorting

through what we recovered
at Lance's place,

but we believe
you eliminated a part

of the Krypsys organization.

Wait, part?

Unfortunately, there seems
to be a larger organization.

We're not entirely
certain how large,

but we'll need
to stay on our toes.

Were we able to ID
any of the bodies?

They were all
ex-intelligence officers.

FSB, CIA, Mossad.

A few others.

Seems that Krypsys

has been recruiting assets
from all over.

So, clearly,

we have work to do.

Oh, and

one more thing.

Artie and Sharon's bodies
were never found.

They just disappeared.

Hmm.
Hmm.

Well, sounds about right--

they have to hide from Krypsys

and they didn't
sound too excited

about coming
back to Omega.

I wonder what they're doing.

If they're alive, I'm pretty
sure I know what they're doing.

Oh, Helen.
(Helen laughs)

Nobody wants
to think about that. I think we all know.

I just said it on
everyone's behalf. (stammering)

And now you have
to think about it.

Hey, Kevlar.
What's up, buddy?

How's the wagging?

And would you look at this?
It's my day

and I brought two coffees.

One for me

and one for you.

Thanks.
Mm-hmm.

So in sync.

Like Justin Timberlake
and Lance Bass.

Oh. Well, I'm Timberlake, obviously.

Oh, you wish.

QUINN:
Hey, Maria.

Hello, Luther.

Huh.
I thought...

Is today not my day?

LUTHER:
It is Wednesday?

Uh, any... I-I was just

holding this,

for Maria, who is

going to give it
to someone else.

Totally.

Mm-hmm.
Oh.

Mm-hmm.
All right. Oh. Of course.

That's nice.

That makes sense.

(whimpers)
Here you go.

Uh, well, I should
take this coffee.

Someone's waiting.

See you.
See you.

See you.

(whimpers)
What?

You want a coffee?

Absolutely not.
You are

far too addicted to caffeine.
I mean,

it's a problem, actually.

I want to talk
to you about that,

'cause it is gonna mess you up.

And you really
shouldn't have...

♪ ♪

Hey.

Hey.

So, I got your message.

Or at least I assume
that was you.

Thousand percent me.

I meant what I said.

You know, you really hurt me.

I was so happy
getting your texts.

And then I just felt so stupid

when I found out that I was
talking to a computer program.

I know.

I know, I know.

And I'm sorry.

I would have called but I was in
the middle of something, so...

Of what?

Uh, that's classified, so I... Yeah.

Okay.
No, no, no, no, wait, w...

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Hear me out on this, please.

When I was in the middle
of the-the classified thing...

...there was a moment
that I realized something.

Which is?

I really care about you.

Well,

then I guess
I'm glad you texted.

While you were doing
classified things.

Eva, does this mean
you'll give us another chance?

It means...

I'll think about it.

I'll have my bot text your bot.

Oh...

You know I'm gonna have to lie
to all my yoga friends

about this explosion burn. Here.

Say it's a sunburn.

Tell them I missed
a spot at the beach. (scoffs)

I feel guilty that I'm glad

that the kids aren't
home until tomorrow.

I'm so tired.

I know. Today was a tough day.
Promise me

we'll never be like
Arnie and Sharon.

Oh, I promise.

And believe me, after hearing

"live grenade in the shower"...

Wait, what?
Oh, it doesn't matter.

The point is dodging
shoulder-mounted missiles

wasn't too hard
on our relationship.

I mean, I wouldn't
choose it, necessarily. Yeah. (chuckles)

But Sharon had a point.

If you look at it
the right way, the job

can be

a little...

sexy.
Oh, yeah?

Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.

It can be.

I think you're right.
(chuckles)

I think it is sexy.

(chuckles)

♪ This ain't something
you want to miss... ♪

Wait, what grenade?

Oh, honey...

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Come and get it. ♪

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