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Ah! That's impossible.

Really?

I'm sure we did that when we were married.

I'm not talking about that.

I'm talking about the rowing machine,

that it was able to hold us both up.

It's a good selling point.

You should use it on your next sales call.

Okay.

Mm.

Oh. Sorry.

- Eventually you have to tell him. - I'll tell him soon.

I... I think he's getting the idea that something is up

because I keep making excuses not to see him.

Why don't you just tell him the truth?

That you met the man of your dreams... again.

It's not that easy, Luke.

He's a good person.

I get it.

But is he taking you for a romantic dinner at Masa,

and then a concert at the Met,

all wrapped up with a beautiful night at the Ritz?

- I've been dreaming about it all week. - I know. You love all this stuff.

We get to go on a real date again

after what, a decade and a half?

But you have to tell him.

I will tell him before our special night.

You have my word.

Baby.

You have my word.

You have my heart.

What you got there?

Uh, just going through old Eastern European files

for potential Boro leads in case the cell phone data doesn't pan out.

You?

I'm just looking for an in to talk to you.

Look...

as "Pooh Bear,"

I've had hundreds if not thousands of meaningless kisses in my life,

and our smooch, it wasn't one of them.

You lied to me in that bunker, and you lied to yourself.

You have very strong romantic feelings for me,

and you just... You just can't admit it.

Aldon,

I'm engaged.

Well, then you have a decision to make.

You can go for the sweet little baby boy you've been dating

that has an antiquing hobby

and a cute backside that kinda looks like a Cornish game hen's,

or...

you can go for all this.

Okay, don't... Don't do that.

You know Carter is more than that,

and you are more than that.

Thank you.

I just... need some time to figure things out.

I'm... I'm willing to wait.

You're, uh, more than worth waiting for.

Very good, Bengal.

Good. Good.

Now, shoot on goal.

He shoots!

He scores!

- Yes! - Hey.

Did you hear the news?

Kill order's been approved for Boro.

Yeah, I heard that.

Everything okay?

Everything's fine. What's up?

Well...

I, um,

I need some love advice.

Eh, me and Tina, our third date is coming up...

It's the hanky-panky date?

Yeah, and I am not the most experienced lover.

I've only been with one woman.

Seriously?

It was my cousin's cousin, and it wasn't all that.

She was kinda bossy.

You had sex with your cousin?

No. No way.

My cousin had her own cousin.

That's who I sexed with.

Yo, I just heard from Dot about the kill order.

- What's going on here? - Barry had sex with his cousin.

It was a cousin's cousin.

You know, when I was 19, I had my eye on my uncle's second wife,

but social norms and all.

We had to pump the brakes at second base.

Oh, so your uncle's second wife is a no-fly zone,

but your pal's daughter is game on?

You really want to get into this now?

I think we should focus on Barry sleeping with his relatives.

- Who I slept with is not the issue here. - Kinda is.

I only did it, like, five times,

and I could just really use some advice because I really like Tina...

You guys hear about the kill order?

Straight up Find, Fix, and Finish directive.

We are gonna Triple F him up.

- What did I walk in on? - Nothing.

Barry's nervous 'cause he and Tina are gonna make sweet, sweet love,

and his experience is limited to a few times with a family member.

His cousin.

So you cranked your cousin? Big deal.

I mean, I left my robe open for the mailman

so he'd carry my packages all the way to the front door.

But the most important thing to remember is that sex, it's a physical act, okay?

You just gotta get up on your toes,

and you just gotta create a hearty momentum and just stick with it.

It needs to be consistent.

You have the balls to complain when I don't want you to be with my daughter?

Making love is not about the movement.

Not movement.

It's about passion, about love, and about sharing.

Not... None of that.

I'm sure that works great after you and the missus watch 60 Minutes

and push the beds together,

but, Barry, you gotta focus on one thing:

a great, big sex organ.

I'm doomed.

I'm talking about the brain, buddy.

You wanna get a woman going,

you gotta stimulate her between the ears,

not between the here's.

Whole trick is to go subliminal.

You gotta work in words that sound dirty,

like, "Look at those pussy willows."

"I love fresh kumquats."

"My grandpa has angina."

There you go.

Briefing is on.

You guys are gonna talk about this when I'm not around, aren't you?

Thank you so much for sending the video.

She looks so much better.

Yeah. And she's riding Carter now.

- Carter? - Yeah, her new rocking horse.

Named it after her uncle.

Em, you should've seen her face light up when he gave it to her.

Spoils her rotten.

Wow, that... that's so great of him.

Um, well, tell Romi Auntie Em loves her, and, um...

I... I gotta go.

Emma, are you okay?

'Cause you seem kinda off.

And Carter looked terrible.

Everything's so messed up.

I... I snapped at Carter for the horse because it wasn't what I needed,

but it seems he knew exactly what Romi needed.

Sandy, I don't know. I mean, he's such a...

A great guy.

I don't know what to do.

Oh shit. Is there someone else?

Kinda maybe.

I'm so confused.

I was eight months pregnant with Romi when I met your brother.

I was not looking for a relationship,

but... I knew the minute I saw him he was the one for me.

He loved me for who I was, and I knew he'd love me unconditionally forever.

Everything else was white noise.

Carter loves you unconditionally.

He loves your family unconditionally.

Then... what's there to be confused about?

Before we start, I wanna stress

that we are heading into a particularly critical

and delicate phase of this matter.

Can I assume that this team can work together?

Because Pfeffer says your sessions have gotten worse than ever.

To the point of uncommunicative.

We're all fine here.

Eyes on the prize, boss.

Rumor mill has it you two hate each other.

- Mm. - Uh, faulty intel, Director.

That's right. I just hate her.

Nobody hates me 'cause I'm delightful.

Luke, Aldon, you don't have beef?

No, ma'am, we're great friends.

He would never say anything bad about me,

or think that I wasn't good enough for his daughter or anything like that

because that would make him a terrible person.

And you guys, Frick and Frack, you're not getting along?

Listen, I was just grossed out because he kissed the princess,

and then he got into my personal space,

but you know, circle-circle-dot-dot, now I got my cootie shot,

so it's all good.

Fucking kindergarten.

Look, Director, we had our issues.

But we squared it away, and now we move forward.

That's it, and that's all.

Fine.

This is the case as it stands today.

Tech Ops cracked the encryption on Cain's cell phone.

Based on the cell phone towers it's been pinging,

Boro is hiding out in Sardovia,

specifically a nuclear reactor there that melted down in '89.

Smart. He's using the radiation from the disaster

to mask the radiation signature from his suitcase nuke.

All that time in Sardovia?

Boro Polonia is gonna fry his bologna.

If Boro and his men take iodine tablets

and they hide out in the radiation-resistant

concrete subbasement underneath the reactor,

they will actually be fine.

Until we execute our kill order.

I don't think that we should kill Boro.

And we can't get his buyers from him if he's dead.

We tried that already, and we got burned.

White House has been clear.

Our new primary objective is to neutralize Boro

and retrieve every weapon he's manufactured.

Plain and simple, get the nukes off the market.

And due to the sensitive and contested nature of Sardovia,

this is a need-to-know mission,

limited to the people in this room only.

Okay, so what's the plan?

Sardovia is a communist regime with no diplomatic relations with the US.

You can't just get in there like it's Barry's cousin's pants.

You wish.

Seventh floor is putting together a tactical operation as we speak.

Once the details are confirmed,

I need you ready to go at a moment's notice.

- Great. - You got it.

All right.

I don't think I could kill him.

Care to elaborate?

Boro didn't choose to be the child of a sociopathic criminal.

He was always this sweet, smart little boy.

As a matter of fact, I remember I bought him one time

a little, cheap harmonica at an airport.

Within days he mastered the instrument.

He played songs.

He was a real good kid.

I loved him.

But now,

I feel responsible the way he turned out. You know what I'm saying, Dr. Pfeffer?

First, thank you for using my real name.

I think these visits are working,

and we're getting closer and closer to a place of mutual respect.

Second, are you sure you're talking about Boro and not Emma?

Care to elaborate?

You said you had a wonderful relationship with the child,

but now you're starting to worry about how it's fallen apart

and how that child functions as an adult.

And you feel responsible.

Well, that fits Emma to a tee.

You and she... barely talk now.

You don't like her choice of career,

the language she uses, the men she chooses.

You feel like you failed her as well.

And perhaps,

you need to accept that in some ways you did.

Maybe you need to unpack your feelings,

grab onto those emotions, and explore your heart a little.

- Maybe you should... - Let me guess.

Maybe I should unpack a toolbox, grab a flashlight,

and explore my own asshole?

You were gonna say something snide like that, weren't you?

Not exactly.

- No, but close? - Very close, yeah.

You were ready to lash out at me

because you know that I hit too close to home.

Now, I suggest that you think about why that bothers you so much.

So I was thinking maybe we could watch The Dark Crystal again.

Or maybe Willow.

And I could, uh, mix the Goobers in with the popcorn like you like.

Ah, hold your horses, Barry.

I have got a better idea.

You like?

Caroline Keene Kelley,

the first ever full-time female Robin.

Correct.

Get that man a prize.

To the Batpole, Robin!

- Carter? - Hi.

Hey. You haven't returned my calls.

I haven't wanted to... talk with you.

Oh.

Yeah. Um, but your dad said you were gonna be coming by here.

Yeah, I didn't want them to worry about...

About shopping when they bring Romi home.

He also said you'd be leaving again soon,

so I wanted to make sure that I... said what I had to say before you left.

- My dad called you? - Yeah.

God, he cannot stay out of our business, can he?

I'm glad he told me... what he told me.

- Carter... you have to believe me... - What am I gonna believe?

You kissed him,

and then you immediately looked me right in the eyes

and pretended that you didn't.

Right? So I know that you went on some vacation with him

in Asia somewhere.

I guess that's where you got that bottle of stain you lied to me about.

I did not lie to you about the stain. I got it from the hobby shop.

You lied about Aldon.

You... you lied about kissing him.

Yeah, yeah. Okay, yeah.

I kissed him.

It was really stupid, and it's not... going anywhere.

I've had time to think about it.

Carter,

I love you.

You're the person I wanna marry.

You're the person I wanna have a family with.

I realize that now.

I don't wanna lose you.

Carter, we love each other.

Everything else is just white noise.

Yeah.

I... I will always love you, Emma.

Uh, I just don't trust you anymore.

I can't.

Are you breaking up with me?

I think I just did.

A couple of seconds ago.

Work.

- I... - I know, you gotta take this, right?

Yeah.

♪ How lucky can one guy be? ♪

♪ I kissed her, and she kissed me ♪

♪ Like the fella once said ♪

♪ Ain't that a kick in the... ♪

You're late.

You're never late.

Was there a sale on the stupid toys that you always buy with the big heads?

They're called Funkos,

and you can go Funko yourself

'cause nothing's gonna put me in a bad mood today.

Oh, did our little Barry become a man last night?

A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell.

What?

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Yes, we got it on, and it was amazing.

What's going on?

Ah, nothing. We're just celebrating these two coming together.

Literally.

Oh.

Just, uh, make sure you fill out one of those forms with HR.

Time to work.

Sorry I'm late.

Turns out the same defense contractor

has been in charge of protecting the nuclear exclusion zone

around Sardovia's reactor for the past 34 years.

But several days ago, a new company took over.

That only happens when a lot of money changes hands.

And Boro has a lot of money.

Keyhole sats have noted heightened security,

upping checkpoints on the only road in and out,

and our assets have noted increased monitoring at nearby airports.

With our complicated relationship with Sardovia,

we have to enter very carefully.

You get caught, you get killed.

Oh no, that would be a tragedy for three-fourths of us.

You'll take the agency jet to Glasgow,

change identities there,

fly commercial to Stockholm,

change identities again,

before heading to Frankfurt,

where you'll swap out IDs one more time

before taking off for Baku, Azerbaijan.

There, you'll assume final persona and enter a special cargo system.

What's the special cargo?

Cadavers.

Air Branch will fake a plane crash in rural Azerbaijan,

and the local friendlies will ensure

the media reports five Sardovians died in said crash.

Allowing us and our weapons to be transported into Sardovia in coffins.

Azerbaijan has diplomatic relations with Sardovia,

so no one will question why they'd help their neighbors

by sending the crash victims home.

Though Azerbaijan is not our ally per se,

they do have common security interests with the US.

Common security interests?

We paid them. A lot.

As a result, they'll be outfitting you with weapons,

provisions, and tools for breach.

- All will be packed in with you. - In coffins?

And so what happens once we rise from the dead?

You'll meet up with Sardovian agent, Landon Fedorov.

Landon is a good guy. I recruited him during the Cold War.

He will provide an armed escort to the reactor's exclusion zone.

He knows a safe point of entry devoid of patrols and security.

There, you'll use OTS-provided chemicals, gear, and equipment

to breach said perimeter,

find the suitcase,

and fix and finish Boro.

We got our orders.

Let's suit up.

Oh, Xanax?

You know that causes slurred speech, drowsiness, and memory issues?

It also cures "get in the box" issues.

- I'm claustrophobic. - What? Since when?

Since my dad held me under a blanket when I was six

and yelled "fight your way out" to toughen me up.

It kinda had the opposite effect.

- Your old man doesn't sound that bad. - What's that supposed to mean?

It means Carter dumped me.

Why couldn't you just butt out? All I did was kiss some guy.

Oh, okay. I have a name. It's Aldon Reese.

You cost me my relationship.

Your bad choices cost your relationship.

You can't have a marriage based on lies.

Trust me, I know.

And Carter deserved to know.

I'll determine when Carter needs to know things, okay? Not you.

You determine that Carter needs to know something and when he needs to know it?

I mean, do you hear yourself?

That's not what I meant, and you know it.

Sweetheart, I never thought I'm gonna say this.

Carter deserves better.

'Cause what you're doing to him is exactly what I did to your mother.

You mean what you're still doing to her?

How can you lecture me when you're setting her up for disaster

all over again?

Wait... Where the hell are you going?

I'm gonna make a call.

Hey.

I just picked up the blue dress you like from the dry cleaners,

and wait until you see what I'll be wearing underneath it.

Oh, about tonight, um,

I'm gonna be out of town. It's a last-minute thing.

Oh, there isn't anything in your calendar.

Like I said, it's a last-minute thing,

so it won't be in the calendar.

Oh no. Is this about Barry's gambling?

No, uh, well...

Luke, I'm not following.

If you're busy, we can do this next weekend, okay?

And just so you know,

I'm going off in 20 minutes to talk to Donnie

to tell him... about us.

No, don't do that, um,

I've been thinking.

This whole thing is... not gonna work out.

Um...

You deserve better than me.

That's fine.

Uh, I knew the old Luke Brunner would show up eventually.

Tally,

I just don't want to hurt you again.

Right.

Thanks for not hurting me, Luke.

Two sugars, extra sweet, just like you.

- ETA on the landing? - Plane's about 30 minutes out.

All that time spent in coffins.

Spooky.

Speaking of spooky,

once this Boro stuff is over, we'll have free time.

We could go into the city to visit Ghostbusters filming locations.

I got a limited edition proton pack replica we could share.

Not that I'm trying to boast.

You ain't 'fraid of no boasts.

- You're perfect. - And you're awesome.

But I, uh,

I got paperwork today.

Soon as the mission's over, they are sending me back to the NSA.

Maryland offices.

What?

I... I wanna stay.

I like this team, and you, a lot,

but... I have orders.

In Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope,

Luke defies orders and turns off his targeting system

in his fight against the Galactic Empire.

Wait, what are you doing?

I'm gonna blow up the Death Star.

Everyone okay?

Yeah, slept like the dead.

Would've thought Roo would be the first one out.

Come on, Rooster, it's time to wake up.

Hey, is it a snow day?

Uh-oh, she's baked like a potato.

- How many pills did you take? - How many pills did you take?

Okay, take care of Cheech.

- Emma, let's gear up. - Yeah.

Buddy, come here.

It's the night-night time.

Boro's gonna get quite the send-off.

Assuming proof's in the puddin'?

Canary's in the coal mine.

Traffic's light, commandeer some wheels,

and you'll be on schedule with your rendezvous with Landon.

- Aldon, get a vehicle. - Yep.

Thank you.

All right, I gotta go steal a ride. You gonna be okay?

Honk.

Fantastic.

Any news?

Yanked on some red tape.

I can put the kibosh on your lady friend's transfer,

but I'm gonna need my back scratched too, muchacho.

Whatever you want.

When they moved Personnel to the third floor,

I left behind our espresso maker,

and now those dicks in Cyber won't give it back.

Done. Easier than shooting womp rats.

Just get my machine, putz.

It's Putt.

Hello?

File says Sardovians might've loaded the area with munitions

after the meltdown to keep enemies from the reactor,

so maybe you slow down as we get closer?

Landon will get us in safely. Don't worry about it.

He knows the area really well. He's a great asset, a really good guy.

You know who else is a good guy?

This dude.

You're so smart. Look at you just reading away.

Oh my God, your hair is so pretty.

It's like a Shih Tzu got it on with cotton candy.

Who the hell are those guys?

It's Landon.

Son of a bitch double-crossed us.

- Thought you said he was a good guy. - He was a good guy.

But we're spies in an Eastern Bloc country.

These guys get paid off.

Clear.

Shit.

Clear.

Well, that sucked. I couldn't get my safety off.

Probably for the best, pal.

How are we getting into the reactor

without Landon taking us to the entry point?

We might not have a covert way in,

but we have a ton of weapons in our shuttle.

Maybe we have to go more directly... and louder.

Well, we should get moving. When Landon doesn't report back

to whatever Sardovian agency wanted to take us out,

they're gonna come looking.

Don't move.

I guess, uh, wasn't as clear as I thought.

Clean exit wound. Nothing major damaged.

Just my body.

Don't worry, bud. We're gonna put you on that shuttle and get you help ASAP.

That was on me. Mm-hm.

All the nuclear waste is re-irradiated.

Enough for 19 weapons.

Nineteen?

That's more than I anticipated.

All you have to do is put the C4, um, Cain procured for me

in the suitcases.

Detonation will trigger the nuclear reaction.

And that's it.

It will be brutally effective.

Now, please, I... I did what you want.

Let me go home.

Do you think that Steve Jobs

became so powerful because he was the best at what he did?

Or because,

through ruthless efficiency,

he made sure no one else could do what he did?

I have to make certain... that no one else on this planet

can share how to make a suitcase nuke out of waste material.

And right now,

you're someone else.

No.

No.

No, please. Wait, wait. You promised to set me free.

That's exactly what I'm doing, Doctor.

- Hey. - Okay.

How do you feel?

How do I feel? No food, no water, in hostile territory...

- I've felt better. - Pretty guy.

- Just hang in there, okay? - Yeah.

Emma...

he's in terrible shape.

We need to get in and out of here double-time.

Guys, satellites show a freshwater creek just six miles north,

but the odds of it being contaminated with radiation are over 94%.

Pass. We'll be fine.

There's also a dark square object in one image,

very symmetrical, just a few hundred yards away from the creek.

Symmetrical squares aren't normally found in nature.

Could be an access hatch or something.

- I think that's our way in. - What about Uncle Barry?

Was he able to get any help from our contacts in Azerbaijan?

Not sure.

He stepped out to make contact, but he hasn't returned.

I hate espresso. It's too strong.

- Don't know how the Italians hack it. - Great.

I'll just run up to Cyber and get that machine out your hair.

Nice try.

I know Maggie wants it, which means you want something from Personnel,

which means I want something from you.

- Name it. - Ten dollars and twelve cents.

Done and done.

I don't want your money. I want the money to come from Accounting.

Specifically, a check signed by that dictator, Farkas,

who runs that fascist regime.

Why does it matter, man?

Four years ago, I wined and dined an asset in Prague.

When I'd submit my expense report to Farkas,

he'd only reimburse me for the dining, none of the wining.

Seems the CIA won't cover alcohol without prior written permission.

I am just trying to stop someone from getting transferred.

Then get me my check.

Oh.

Mrs. Brunner.

Are you okay?

Top of the world, Carter.

So I was just dropping off some of Emma's stuff from my apartment

'cause I thought it'd be pretty awkward if I had to see her again.

You two broke up?

Yeah. Oh yeah, yeah. I'm surprised she didn't tell you.

I'm not.

Let me guess.

She's away on business?

Brunner family motto.

Sit.

Here.

Getting jettisoned hurts.

Uh, well, actually, I broke up with Emma.

You did? Why?

'Cause she cheated on me

with, um, what's his name?

Alton? Aldon.

That really hot guy she works with? The one with the shoulders?

Shit.

You need a double.

- Pound it. - Pound it?

- Pound it. - I typically like to sip more than...

What are you, Amish? Drink.

Amish don't sip drinks. They don't drink.

- Mm-hm. - Welcome to The Dump Club, Carter.

Population: us.

So you got dumped?

Yeah, you think somebody loves you.

You give 'em your heart,

but they grind it into protein powder, guzzle it down with whey and kale,

and fart it into the couch while they watch SportsCenter.

I... I really thought Emma and I were a thing.

I thought Donnie... That you and Donnie were a thing.

I... I'm sorry you're going through this.

Yeah.

I sincerely thought you had found a really good man.

I did, Carter.

Carter, I gotta do something.

But, look, getting off

the Brunner family emotional rollercoaster is a good thing.

And I will always love you.

And you'll always be part of this family.

- All right, now get out of my house. - I...

I love... love you.

Hey, Donnie, I've been thinking.

You and I should get married.

You sure we're going in the right direction?

I'm into the INRA archives.

They've got the reactor schematics.

It's an old drainage system.

The pipe will drop you past Boro's topside security

and into the reactor's subbasement.

Good. Then we just have to find the suitcase.

And take out Boro.

Roo, Aldon update?

Uh, he's holding on strong, right, pal?

I taste copper.

We gotta wrap this up quick if he's gonna have a chance.

I'm aware of that...

...so let's move.

It's Mom.

"So you and Carter broke up. I warmed you."

"I warmed you?"

She's been drinking.

She's blaming me?

Well, who else should she blame?

Uh, I can think of 250 Austrian pounds of blame to go around.

One, I'm not 250. I'm 220 and all lean.

Two, I didn't make you and Carter break up.

I didn't force you and, uh, Aldon's lips together.

All right?

So not everything that goes wrong in your life is my fault.

Really?

Let's look at the record.

Before I'm forced to team up with Dad,

great relationship, love my job, happy as a clam.

Afterwards, my relationship's in the shitter, and I'm miserable.

It's not my fault that you agreed to a proposal

to marry a guy you didn't want to marry.

And then you go and kiss another guy while you're engaged,

and then you hide the truth from him.

So stop blaming me for everything.

You know, just take responsibility yourself.

Be a grown-up for once in your life.

I mean, you were more grown up when you were 15 years old.

You know, Emma, I think that we would've been friends when we were 15.

We would've watched Veronica Mars together.

Novac's irradiating nuclear waste.

The equipment is gonna require a decent amount of space.

So the suitcase would have to be here or here.

Farkas.

Hello, Barry. I got your email and came down immediately.

I'll be right back.

All right, so you'll authorize the ten dollars and twelve cents?

Oh, it would be my pleasure

for a price.

And I think you know what I want.

- No. No way. No deal. - Good day.

No, wait.

I am sorry for what I did.

It was wrong of me, okay?

I have no idea what you're talking about. You'll have to refresh my recollection.

San Diego Comic-Con 2019.

I corrected you...

Wrongly corrected me.

Wrongly corrected you when I insinuated

that you thought Grand Moff Tarkin's first name was Moff.

When clearly...

When clearly any true Star Wars fans would know that Moff was his rank.

You humiliated me in front of my peers,

and now you're going to give me what you know I want,

or it's ta-ta, Tina.

You have your devil's bargain.

- Let go. - Okay.

Here it is.

Right up there.

- Oh! Oh, oh. - Aldon.

The wound isn't clotting.

All right, he stays.

Roo, put some pressure on his wound until we get evac'd.

- Okay. - Uh, I don't think she's in any condition

to care for anybody.

What is so hard about it? You just press the cloth against his shoulder.

- It's the wrong shoulder, pal. - Oh! Oh, sorry, my bad.

- Emma, let's hit it. - I'll be right there.

Listen, you're gonna be okay. We're gonna come back really soon.

We're not gonna let you die in a drainage pipe.

And... um, I was thinking...

maybe after all this, we could really give it a shot.

I mean, maybe you were right. Maybe I just am afraid to admit that

I actually do have feelings for you.

Are you serious?

You're so sad right now.

You're only saying that 'cause Carter kicked you to the curb,

and you're afraid to be alone.

You know, I was willing to wait for you if I was your choice,

not your backup.

That's fair.

Today's a fluffin' shitty day.

- You're telling me. - Yeah.

Baby's in the bathwater.

Chucky's in the cheese.

We narrowed down where Boro and the suitcase are

to two areas of the subbasement.

One south, one east.

We should split up.

If you see Boro, you're gonna have to actually shoot him this time.

What's that supposed to mean?

You could've killed him in Guyana when we had helicopter cover.

He was in your crosshairs, but you hesitated.

I was lining up my shot.

Thought you had the highest marksmanship score in your class.

What class was that, Intro to Jazz?

Aldon's bleeding out. We can argue about that later.

Fine, just do your job.

Hey, buddy.

I just wanted to say we're still best friends, all right?

I'm really sorry for being a jerk

and for hitting you in the sack when I found out you kissed Emma.

It's not your fault.

She lured you in with her siren song and her cute little caboose.

I gotta admit, I got hypnotized by it once or twice.

You okay?

Oh shit.

Mayday. Mayday.

Barry, Aldon's struggling to breathe here.

Just hold on. We'll get help.

- How long ago was he shot? - Forty minutes. Comm.

Aldon, what's the good word?

I think I'm having trouble trying to stay awake, doc.

- No, no, no. - Okay, Roo, I'm FaceTiming you.

- Show me the wound. - Oh.

- Which way do I point this thing? - That's your face, sweetheart.

She's a little stoned.

Fantastic.

Okay, Roo, hold the camera still, but turn it around.

- Here we go. - ]Pfeffer] Okay, that's good.

Discoloration of the neck, substantial edema,

textbook tracheal deviation, and subcutaneous emphysema.

Which means?

Means Roo's gonna have to get her hands dirty.

Roo...

Aldon's got a severely collapsed lung.

You're gonna have to inflate it, or he'll go into cardiac arrest.

Okay, Dr. P.

All right, don't worry, buddy. I'm scrubbing in.

No, I already told you.

I'm not delaying the auction, Volek.

No, that's not acceptable.

Our deal was clear.

I'll cancel the damn thing when you deliver Finn Hoss and Danielle DeRosa.

Anything less, the auction goes on as planned.

You looking for Finn Hoss?

He's right behind you.

Hello, Finn.

I don't want to kill you, Bengal,

so just turn around and raise your hands.

I found everything you said, doc.

I just couldn't find any water.

We need it to create the vacuum.

Well, sorry I don't just carry a pint of liquid on me.

No, but you do carry it in you.

Nope. No. Mm-mm.

- No way. - Pee in the jar, Roo.

I am not that high anymore.

Pee in the jar, or I die.

Goddamn it!

Oh man.

Just for the record, I may come up dry.

You know I have issues peeing in public.

Nothing's happening.

Shy bladder is a common psychological condition.

Studies show if you focus on something else,

you'll be able to urinate.

Singing works well.

I don't sing.

Nothing's coming out, doc.

Tattletale, you shut your mouth.

Let the music flow, Roo,

and the urine will follow.

Remember that drive you and I took out to Mohonk?

The Gordon Lightfoot CD that was left in the rental?

♪ If you could read my mind, love ♪

♪ What a tale my thoughts could tell ♪

♪ Just like an old time movie ♪

♪ 'Bout a ghost from a wishing well ♪

♪ In a castle dark, or a fortress strong ♪

♪ With chains upon my feet ♪

♪ You know that ghost is me ♪

♪ And I will never be set free ♪

♪ As long as I'm a ghost you can't see ♪

There you go, pal.

Liquid gold.

Hey!

Eyes on Boro, east wing!

Hm. The minute I met you, I knew I'd kill you.

The minute I met you, I knew you were a dick.

Et tu, Dani?

Where are the nukes?

You can look for them in hell.

Shit.

Emma?

Emma, do you copy?

Luke? Thank God.

We lost contact there.

- Was that an explosion? - Multiple.

But I can't get in touch with Emma.

Emma said she had eyes on Boro in the east wing,

but the whole place has totally collapsed.

Emma may be trapped.

Barry, there's fire everywhere.

Sir, I've accessed the State Nuclear Regulatory Inspectorate of Sardovia.

They have a geothermal reader that they placed underground

to alert if the radiation ever breaches the basement.

- It is really heating up. - And?

And Boro's suitcase nuke uses black powder as the explosive trigger.

If that nuke is anywhere near fire...

The heat will set off the blasting caps.

And the suitcase nuke detonates.

Killing all of you.

Hello?

Anyone?

Team, do you copy?

Team, do you copy?

Shit.

Hello?

Can anyone hear me?

Loud and clear.

Looks like it's just you and me.