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I have a heart condition.

- And I'll be a-- - Hey, we'll figure this out.

- It'll be okay. - Will it, new girl?

From here, it looks like the train's gonna radiate our nuts.

Au contraire, mon frère, don't make that move.

I have to cut power to magnets.

The train will drop from the tracks and detonate like a dirty bomb,

destroying your country's ability to grow food.

I'm no farmer, but I'm pretty sure famine's bad.

My wife and son are asleep five minutes from here.

I have to derail it before it reaches Nur-Sultan.

- Our friends are on that train. - Screw everyone else.

We're in the path of that soul train,

so I have a vested interest in stopping it too, just not this way.

You are not inspectors. You could be with terrorists.

We're undercover CIA.

Then show me your identification.

Do I really have to explain "undercover" to you?

- You move, I'll shoot! - Then my hand will fall on the switch.

I have an idea, but it's dangerous.

More dangerous than an out-of-control nuclear bullet train?

Good point.

If cooling the magnets speeds the train up,

then warming them would slow it down, right?

If I could just pump something hot in there.

- That's what Donnie's thinking. - Nuclear sludge. It's warm.

Yes. Open the window to the tanker car,

I'll go up, grab the hose, and feed it through.

No. The train is going too fast. It will blow you off.

If I don't try, we could all die.

Well, if you do try, you'll definitely die.

We can't do nothing.

I might have a plan.

If we move real closely together, this should work.

I can't believe you brought these.

Thought we could use them in our downtime.

Okay, here's the plan. I go outside,

and you anchor me through the aluminum roof.

I'm half your size. Less surface area for the wind to grab me.

I can't let you go out there.

- Chief, only Emma's way works. - What could possibly happen?

She could fly off and hit the rock at a hundred miles an hour.

There's a downside, but we need to get this done.

I can do this...

but I need your help.

I'm almost there.

- This thing is all over the place. - You have to wrestle it down.

We're running out of track fast.

- Just be careful. - Dad, I can't reach it.

You gotta let me go so I can leap for it.

No, that's too big of a risk.

If I don't get this thing, we all die anyway.

I said no.

When I was little,

you used to toss me in the air and then catch me.

You never missed.

I trust you.

I missed once.

You bounced off the ottoman, and your mother was really pissed off.

I don't wanna be that guy, but ticktock, Luke.

Dad, I did what Dr. Pepper said.

I asked you for help.

Now it is your turn.

You have to listen to me.

Please, just let me go.

I got you, baby.

I got you.

You gotta pull the hose back into the conductor's booth

and attach it to the fuel valve next to the nitrogen tank.

It's uniform with the tanker valve, so the hose should fit into place.

Flip the pump switch next to it.

- Magnet's already warming. - We have steady deceleration.

We're slowing.

I think we did it.

I think we did.

It's stopped. It's over.

- You're not part of this, Borat. - Yeah, you're not part of it.

But the bottom line is, we didn't catch Boro,

and Boro didn't get what he needed.

So, for now, a tie is as good as a win.

What are you, my daughter's soccer coach?

I want Boro on a plate.

Also wanna know how Kazakhstan almost turned into a nuclear wasteland.

- Oh, uh-- - A technical glitch.

Static on the comms.

We misheard the number of valves to flood.

Really?

Get some rest while you can.

I've already got a dozen operatives

sweeping every digital signal on the planet looking for Boro.

Once we get a bite, you're off the sidelines.

Appreciate you covering for me.

I appreciate you listening to me on the train.

It wasn't easy letting you go like that.

Never has been.

All surveillance of Donnie stops,

or I narc you out to Dot and Mom.

Right.

Hey, Barry,

shut down Operation Don Juan.

And I googled "cuckolding."

I owe you an apology.

Copy that.

Satisfied?

For now.

If you don't mind, I need to make a call.

Sit...

Butt.

Hey, hey! You're, uh, already back at the office?

Hey. Um, yeah, I should be done in the next few hours.

Look, I was thinking about this whole Nana Pat situation.

I know you hate being lied to,

especially by somebody who loved you,

but maybe she lied to you because she loves you.

I mean, she didn't have much, right?

Then she gives you this clock and tells you this whole story

because she knows it's gonna make you happy. And it did.

Until I learned the truth.

Exactly. Maybe the truth is overrated.

I mean, maybe lying isn't always so bad.

That's the exact opposite of everything I teach my students,

but, uh, yeah, I guess I could cut Nana Pat some slack.

Cool.

Hey, um... I was thinking

maybe we could play some of those Lee Fields songs

and, I don't know... have a wild night

sanding and staining that clock.

I bought some top-shelf wood stain

from the hobby store down the street.

Is that Russian?

The guy said it's the best.

All right. That sounds good. I'll make up a cheese plate.

I love you.

And that... is no lie.

- I love you too.

Hey, Roo and I are gonna go grab a "post-save the world" lager. You in?

I-- I can't. I have plans.

Next time then.

I mean, after what you pulled off today,

I'm sure there'll be other opportunities for celebrations.

Amazing work, seriously.

Ciao, bella.

I put the table saw in the garage.

You could have held onto that. No one but you ever needs it.

I don't have any room for it.

Um... look...

I don't need the table saw.

It's just that... Donald is the first guy that you've gotten serious with,

and so it's really weird

when another man has family dinners

with my family.

So if you ever have an extra spot for me at the table...

I would love to get an invite.

How about right now?

I can throw some leftover lasagna in the oven.

I would love it.

Good.

Boro.

Hello, William.

You may have escaped Guyana, but you can't escape me.

- Shh!

Let me explain. You had a job interview yesterday.

I hope it went well.

Anyway,

you were leaving the building...

A man got out of a truck.

And we sprayed you with chloroform, and... here you are.

Now, I assume you'd like to go home to your wife and child?

Oh, please.

Well... all you have to do

is tell me everything you know

about Finn Hoss and Danielle DeRosa.

What did you learn when you were all betraying me together?

I-- I don't know.

I...

I don't know.

What did they say?!

What did you hear?!

Where were they going?!

I don't know! We were being shot at!

- What did they tell you?! - Nothing!

They were arguing. I couldn't hear.

He called her Emma!

- Emma? - Yeah.

Finn called her Emma.

And she plays the violin.

I heard him say something about her hurting her violin arm.

Emma. Violin.

That's all I know, Boro! I swear it!

Okay.

Emma.

Violin.

Good job, Will.

Cut off his leg, in case there's something else he forgot.

No!

Wait! No! Please!

No!

This man said his name was Finn Hoss.

He said he was my father's friend

and my friend.

All lies.

He murdered my father.

He's an evil man

intent on doing evil things.

He's dangerous,

and he needs to be stopped before he hurts others.

The only way this will happen is if you help me find him.

What I have told you and this photograph

is all I have to go on.

Finn Hoss is affiliated with an untrustworthy American

who goes by Emma and plays the violin.

All we know

is "Emma"...

and "violin."

Find her.

Find Finn.

Whoever does

gets one million US dollars.

♪ Take the jib sail down... ♪

Hey, Rooster. Come on, have a beer.

- All right. - Live it here.

- Come on, let's celebrate. - Earned this.

- Let's go. - You too.

- Hey, cheers. - Hey.

To Boro laying low and licking his wounds after a resounding defeat.

- Hear, hear. - Hey. Cheers.

- Cheers to that. - Cheers.

And to the Tally-Ho.

- What's that? - You're standing on her.

It's a gesture to win my wife back.

- You think that one through, chief? - It's a British call to action.

To move forward.

It's the Tally-Ho.

Uh-oh. Shit. I just had it painted on this morning.

At least the princess isn't here to go tattle to Mommy.

I invited Emma.

But Carter's probably keeping her busy scrapbooking.

Oh, you really-- Like, you really hate this guy, huh?

Is he, like, super handsome, or rich, or something?

Yeah, or something. That's right.

Sir, this is amazing.

Twice the size of my apartment.

Oh, thank you.

First of all, I like that "sir" stuff, so keep it up.

Second, come on, grab a beer.

What are you waiting for?

- Thank you. - We're celebrating here.

Why'd you invite the NSA stooge?

She did good work on the train job. I figured she'd wanna see a cool boat.

- It's not a boat. It's a ship. - Ew.

- You have a crush on her. - What?

You wanna get naked and push your stuff together.

No. She is a co-worker.

Then why is your right temple pulsating?

You're sweating through your Transformers t-shirt.

It's Voltron.

If you had a heart monitor on, it'd be buzzing like a bee's butthole.

Okay, you're right. Just keep it down.

- Is that a text from your boyfriend? - Mm.

Boyfriend?

No, I'm single as a dollar bill.

- Good. - This is a bot alert that I set up.

Just for you, or maybe you wanna share?

Uh, well, I set up an algorithm--

- What? - Use your outside voice.

Uh, well I set up an algorithm to search social media, news articles,

even classifieds that might be just tangentially related

to anything associated with radioactive material,

nuclear hardware, Cesium-137.

Anything that could be Boro poking his head up.

Smart thinking.

Thank you, sir.

Well, I got a hit on a news story

about a Moldovan scientist who was kidnapped in Ireland.

His research focused on repurposing radioactive waste.

Could be a coincidence.

Could be a lead.

- How long will it take to figure this out? - Couple hours.

Cruise is over.

Okay.

- Hey...

Good work.

Thank you.

I'm so nervous. He's a legend.

You know, I can grab Emma on the way if that makes things easier for you.

No, that's okay. I will pick her up. We need to talk anyway.

- Right, good idea. - All right.

But you're my ride,

- and I gotta change shirts before work. - Oh...

- Roo made me gut the fish. - I'll give you a lift, stinky.

Come on. We gotta go.

And remember, guys, I'll see you at the car wash in two hours.

- Okay. - Great.

♪ And I love you and your auntie ♪

♪More than Triple-decker double-cherry pie ♪

♪ And I love you and your auntie ♪

♪ More than all the birds That fly up in the sky ♪

You're a good doobie.

- How's Romi? - She's good. She's good, yeah.

Motrin's brought her fever down, so...

Good.

Uh, yeah, Oscar texted.

His MyAisles' meeting's running late.

Oh, it's fine, I don't mind. I love looking after her.

And... it is good practice.

- Oh, for us? - Yes. Oh yeah.

Right. Not for right now, but, you know, sometime.

Yeah, that'd be crazy.

It'd be crazy for right now, right?

Or... or that'd just be crazy?

Because, like, you-- You always said you wanted kids.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, in theory.

But...

...lately, I've...

I've been thinking about families and how easy it is to screw them up.

Ye-- Yeah, it is.

But why would ours--

Our-- Ours wouldn't be screwed up.

No. No, it'd be great.

- It's just-- - Yeah.

We're putting the cart before the horse. We're not even engaged.

No, um, but we will be soon enough, right?

And then, you know, we're gonna want a family,

so, like, it can't hurt to talk about,

you know, how we'd wanna raise kids, where we'd wanna raise them,

some sort of work-life balance.

What do you mean work-life balance?

Oh man.

Uh, just the balance between work and life.

You know, uh...

Shit.

Okay, we've both got jobs, right? Okay?

Yours... takes you away a lot.

Sorry, I'm confused.

Are you saying that

you aren't sure that I could be a good mom because I work?

No. No, no, no. God, no. No.

I'm just saying that personally,

uh, I think I benefited from having my mother at home when I was a kid.

- Unreal. - What?

If the roles were reversed, if I was a teacher and you had my job,

no one would even ask you if you could handle it.

It would just be expected that I would stay home with the baby.

Okay, that's-- That's not what I'm saying.

It's what you insinuated, even if you don't realize it.

Let's not do this, okay?

We don't need to fight, um, or whatever this is.

I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry.

I just, um...

You're right. You're right. We're not even engaged.

- Knock, knock.

I'm sorry I'm disturbing.

I just wanted to check if Emma is available for lunch.

Maybe at this new burger place at the car wash.

Sure, Dad. If... if Carter's willing to keep an eye on Romi.

Of course.

Yeah, I'll stay home with the baby.

- Were you eavesdropping? - No.

I was just coming to pick you up.

Can't I see my own daughter in my own house anymore?

Hasn't been your house for 15 years.

Tell this to my mortgage payments.

- Hey, guys. - Hey. Perfect timing.

Look at this. Who's the schlepper? Oh, it's Donnie.

- Hey, Luke. Emma, hi. - Yeah.

Hey, I have good news. I got the Oden.

- Your ship? - Here.

Wow.

It's... Wow.

- Wait until you go out on it. - I wish.

But I can't. I got an ear thing. Get seasick very easily.

Oh, that's okay. I didn't ask you.

That's a very sweet offer, but work's crazy.

HR is overwhelmed downsizing.

It's terrible. Good people losing their jobs--

Yeah, the firings are rough. I keep telling her she'll get used to it.

- That's what I'm afraid of. - But, Tally, you're kind, you're caring.

If anyone can make the co-workers feel that there's still hope,

that things will work out even in the darkest hours,

it's you.

You have a big heart.

Even when we ended our marriage,

you still made me feel that there's hope, that things will work out.

I guess. Kinda.

And things did work out for you.

You're okay.

Not yet,

but I still have hope.

- Okay, cool. Shall we go? - Yeah.

Bye-bye.

You good, yep?

Bye, Donnie. So good to see you.

- I'll be just a minute. - All right, bud.

Oh, wow! Dude.

Bartholomew Putt died today of terminal celibacy.

He is survived by millions of toys and zero girlfriends.

They're action figures.

They're vagina repellent.

- I choose not to bring women here. - Mm.

This is my Batcave, my Fortress of Solitude.

Well, if your goal's solitude, mission accomplished.

The only person that would be turned on by this is Santa.

What is this?

I'm an aspiring oboist.

Good move. Nothing drops panties like a woodwind.

- I'm getting a clean shirt. - I'm just busting your chops.

Come on.

Listen, if you want a shot with Tina, you gotta ditch all this stuff,

even if it just barely helps your odds.

"Never tell me the odds."

Han Solo.

- What did I just say?

Now go get changed.

And if you put on something with a hobbit or something like that,

you'll get a fresh one.

Okay.

I'm doing this for you, okay?

I'm just trying to get some V for your D.

So just for the record,

I'm 100% on board

with the "Don't have children with Carter" policy.

You were eavesdropping.

I'm a spy. Of course I eavesdrop.

I didn't say I don't wanna have kids with Carter,

I just said I think we should wait a bit.

I love Carter very much, okay?

The CIA side of my life is a little chaotic,

but he's... he's steady and... and predictable.

Steady and predictable is something you want from your accountant,

but not from your life partner.

Your mother still is the most exciting and the most challenging person

that I've ever known.

You need to find somebody that can stimulate your mind and your heart,

not some nerd that wants to do artsy-crafty stuff with you.

Hey, I like doing artsy-craftsy stuff. It's soothing.

Do I sometimes wish he was a little bit more adventurous? Yes.

But-- You know what? Why--

Oh my God, you're the last person on Earth

I should be discussing relationship stuff with.

I just watched you beg Mom to get on your little boat

like a lovesick schoolboy.

One, it was just a casual invitation.

Two, it's not a boat. It's a ship.

Okay, well, that ship has sailed.

The kidnapping Tina stumbled onto

was of Moldovan applied physicist, Dr. Karl Novac.

He was in Ireland on a goodwill tour to pump up Moldovan scientific prowess.

First blush is, disappearance seems insignificant.

But Dr. Novac authored a scientific paper

outlining a novel process

to extract and augment fissile nuclear material

from nuclear waste.

So Boro grabbed Poindexter to salvage something useful

from that little bit he got from the train?

- That's the theory we're going with. - But Boro basically kidnapped a chef.

I mean, he still needs his kitchen utensils

to make his radioactive dish.

If we can figure out what that hardware is,

maybe we can get to it first and then catch Boro.

Possibly. But there's a speed bump.

We've only ever seen an abstract of Dr. Novac's paper.

The official scientific research explaining the extraction process

was blocked from publication by the Moldovan government.

Instead, they labeled him a national asset

and moved him to a government dormitory with a handler

to protect him from spies and IP theft and prevent defection.

- The whole dormitory's air-gapped? - No Wi-Fi, no landline, no way to hack in.

Except for this.

That's why we have Air-hopper.

It's an app that can suck all the data from any nearby hard drive.

It's camouflaged in a shell of a popular game Jam Slam.

But how is the team supposed to get past security

to get into the dormitory to even use the app?

The only way to get in is to be invited by someone who lives there.

Fortunately, Novac's handler, Nika Stalinovich, lives at the dorm.

So she will have to invite home someone from our team.

Pooh Bear.

Pooh Bear! Pooh Bear!

Pooh Bear! Pooh Bear! Pooh Bear!

What the hell is Pooh Bear?

Aldon's Pooh Bear on account of all the honeypots he collects.

Gross.

Pooh Bear! Pooh Bear! Pooh Bear!

- All right, knock it off. - Sorry.

Sorry, boss.

Stalinovich will have all of Novac's research on her computer,

so Aldon will...

Pooh Bear.

...use what little charm he has to access her dorm

and download the paper using the app.

That should lead us to Boro's next move.

Great. So, what does this lucky lady look like?

- Boo.

There are no known photos of Nika,

as government handlers are kept clandestine,

but I put together a very interesting psych profile.

Nika Stalinovich is a mid-level manager suffering from low self-esteem

due to Novac's kidnapping during a tour she signed off on.

Standard operating procedure after such an incident

usually means the retraining of all government handlers.

That would mean a full day of re-education in a hotel,

The Bad Buffet.

Luckily for us, just down the street from the hotel is a bar.

After hours of public humiliation,

our backer, Nika, will make her way across the street

where she will drown her sorrows in some plum brandy.

So if Dr. Pepper is right, the bar's our way in.

Pfeffer, like in "Michelle."

Dr. Pepper's theory on Nika's state of mind

should make her open and vulnerable

to my very unique brand of romantic... persuasion.

Your plane leaves in 12 hours, as Nika's retraining finishes in 24.

I'll make sure there's a friendly asset standing by with transpo for you.

Okay, get going everyone.

- Let's go. - Okay.

Is everything in place?

Just waiting for a few shipments.

These are daisies. I asked for dog rose.

Yeah, but daisies are in season.

I will get the dog roses.

Excellent.

I want it all to be perfect.

You're gonna be checkmated in no time.

- That's for sure. - Seriously, Dad?

Could you have requisitioned a more unflattering outfit for me?

Well, you can't be Aldon's backup if everyone in the bar is hitting on you.

About time you got a taste of it.

They always make me look like a Baltic washerwoman.

Yeah, I should probably get ready too.

I gotta have the right bait to reel in the fish.

- Speaking of which,

I'm a little worried about this "no photo of Nika" thing.

Everybody thinks you always land a rainbow trout,

but every now and again, a sea robin just plops on deck,

- or a blobfish.

Don't laugh at that.

Quick question.

Did you participate in one of these missions

when you were married to Mom?

- Did you ever have an affair? - Oh!

I never once had an affair while I was married to your mother.

Well, that killed the mood.

- I could've been indecent. - You are indecent.

The way you speak is disrespectful to me

and every woman you have seduced in the line of duty.

You know what? You're right.

I was just trying to be funny. It wasn't. For the record, I respect women a ton.

Yeah, sure you do.

Hey, I'm just straightforward about sex on or off the job.

I treat women as equals, okay?

We all have needs, right?

I make offers with physical engagement.

If it's a yes, then great, we'll both have a fantastic time,

because I'm really, really good at intercourse.

But if it's a no, then hopefully we become friends.

- What's more respectful than that? - So many things.

First of all, your order of operations, sex first, then maybe friendship?

Clearly women have one function in your book.

- Roo and I are best friends. - Roo is gay.

You guys are buddies because sex is off the table.

I've had sex off a table, on a table, and under a table at a Sur La Table,

and no, the irony isn't lost on me.

Bottom line, honeypotting isn't easy, okay?

It's an art and a science.

No, it's an excuse for arrested development frat boy bullshit,

and you know it.

Green light. Cameras are in place.

Pool chalk,

operational.

Eraser,

operational.

Salt shaker,

operational.

People are filtering out of the hotel.

Retraining must be over.

We'll alert you if we see anyone who could be Nika.

Hope she has no sense of smell.

Caught a whiff of Aldon.

He's like a category four Drakkar Noir tsunami.

Pop culture in Eastern Europe is 30 years behind the US.

They're into Zima, '90s emo rock, and Drakkar Noir.

Nika's gonna love it.

And if she doesn't?

Simple.

Shock and awe.

We may have a hit.

Tall blonde, appears to be coming out of the retraining.

Man, Aldon's got a horseshoe up his ass.

I have the best job.

Anya. What'll it be?

Well, that's a negative on Nika Stalinovich. Damn it.

Thanks for ruining our day, Nik.

- Did he just say Nik? - Could Nika actually be a Nik?

Nik is a very common name in this part of the world.

You're a real goatfucker,

Stalinovich.

Tell me there's a lot of Stalinoviches in this region.

Apparently, Nika Stalinovich was a typo.

Our target is Nik A. Stalinovich.

- Shit. - Shit.

- Shit. - This is hilarious.

Hang on, don't panic.

- Okay, he's definitely straight. - How do you know?

Well, he didn't want any of this.

- We have to pivot. I'll take the lead. - Absolutely not.

- We abort now. - On what grounds?

On the ground that I carry a photograph of her in pigtails in my wallet.

Wallet photos? How old are you?

- I can do this. - Damn right you can.

Get to the bathroom and de-frump yourself. I'll be back in a minute.

No, you shut it down. I'm senior officer.

Then you know it violates protocol to abort a mission

for any reason other than imminent death

or severe bodily injury to an officer or civilian.

You may experience severe bodily injury.

I will not let my daughter do the honeypot.

This isn't a honeypot, it's a honey drop.

She just talks to the guy, gets him to take her back to his place,

uses the hopper to record the data, and then she's off with her pants on.

At worst, there'll be some heavy petting.

Luke, she is a good officer.

Let her do her job.

And I'm gonna go do mine.

Hey, ladies.

Let's make a deal.

Okay, good. That's already an improvement.

- Try these. - Where'd you get those?

Just a little help from some friends.

Got it.

- Yep. - There you go.

Let me give you my shirt.

Nothing sexier than a woman in a man's shirt.

Do not take off your shirt.

Aldon might still get a honeypot.

Luke, the shirt you gave her

looks like something from the Little Women Abstinence Collection.

That's it. I'm coming in.

Bad idea. You cause a commotion, Nik gets nervous and leaves.

- Play it cool. - Oh, shut up, Barry.

It's your fault that she's in this situation in the first place.

You should've never let the CIA recruit her.

My fault? You think the CIA would've recruited her

if her last name wasn't Brunner?

This is your fault.

I need a break from hearing people argue about who's at fault for decisions I made.

That's a good idea.

Okay.

Here you go. I'm sorry for the sweat.

- And just leave a few buttons open-- - Yeah, okay, I got it.

- I know how to look hot. - My bad.

- You okay? - I'm fine.

- You sure? - Yeah.

Uh-huh. Look, it's just us here.

Look, truth?

- I don't always love doing this, okay?

Sometimes it's weird and creepy or just awkward and unpleasant.

A lot of times, it leaves me feeling... pretty awful.

That's "be with me, my darling" in Swahili.

I've said that in three dozen languages and, uh, never once meant it.

So yeah, laughing with the gang can sometimes make it easier,

but if you don't wanna do this, we can find a workaround.

End of story.

It's not that. It's...

I... I've honeypotted once or twice before. It's just...

It sounds stupid, but I...

I've never so much as kissed anybody since I've been with Carter.

I've never been unfaithful.

You're not being unfaithful. You're simply doing your job.

Now I can't say I've ever been in your exact position before

because... I've never been in a real relationship,

but you should know that what you're doing is for Carter

and all the other schoolteachers out there,

and their students, parents, podiatrists, and everyone else in the world.

Because stopping Boro means saving lives.

You're doing nothing wrong, Emma.

It's actually good advice.

Yeah, shallow waters run deep, right?

Okay, I'm gonna airdrop you the Jam Slam app.

- There you go.

All right, you look great. You ready?

- Yeah. - I'll be in that booth if you need me.

But you got this.

- I know. - Oh, one last thing.

You can't ask Nik back to his place. He has to invite you.

- Why? - We don't wanna raise any suspicion.

And women like you never have to ask.

They only get asked.

Okay, you're on in one.

Game face.

Look at that. New outfit for Princess. What a surprise.

Bad night?

I don't speak Spanish.

Romanian? Russian?

Uh, some English?

I know English, yes.

Oh. Then I'll ask again, bad night?

Well, my co-workers and boss,

they blame me for something that wasn't my fault.

Oh.

I know what that's like.

Your boss interfering with your work,

even if you don't need their help.

even if they're out-of-touch, overbearing know-it-alls.

Seriously? I mean, what did I do to deserve this?

She is the worst, right?

I mean, we should just dump her from the squad,

go back to when I started out, you know?

Just you and me, Luke and Roo.

Team Loo.

Can I buy you a drink?

At least one.

You've got him hooked. Now reel him in.

Mimic his body language. It'll make him feel like you're in sync.

Thank you.

So... tell me about yourself.

- Well, there's not much to tell.

Hi, it's Emma. Leave me a message.

Hi. It's, uh, it's me.

Um, yeah, I don't know. I feel terrible about our argument,

and...

If you're happy with your message, press one.

If you'd like to delete your message, press two.

Message deleted.

My employer expects so much from me,

but then they put me up in this tiny hotel with no hot water.

You should see my place.

The only unit in the complex,

with beautiful climbing white wisteria around the window sills.

You can smell them through the glass.

Bingo, that's enough info to find our lover boy's apartment.

We're not going anywhere as long as she's with that creep!

Come on, Aldon ain't that bad.

Emma can take care of herself.

I'm watching her six if things go sideways. Go recon.

Guard's got a HK416 series.

Ah, there. White flower bullshit around the window.

It's gotta be Nik's place.

That flagpole right across from it?

- Can you make that shot? - It's geometry.

I can make that shot with your eyes, old man.

The guard will hear the rifle crack, and a silencer would affect accuracy.

Barry, hook me up.

Already searching for buildings with appropriate sight lines.

Tina, text me current wind speed and humidity readings.

Best candidates seem to be the fifth-floor window

of a hospital a half a mile away.

On my way. Oh, what department's the fifth floor?

Are you messing with me?

All right, I gotta go to a supermarket

to get a hot water bottle and a can of oxtail soup.

- I'll be back soon. - Okay.

Good job, you're a natural. Time to close the deal.

Why don't you ditch this loser

and have a drink with some real men?

Come on, guys, don't be like that.

Or what?

You gonna get us sent to some more retraining?

Shit.

What the hell?

My bad.

Let me dry you off.

♪ Woo-hoo ♪

♪ When I feel heavy metal ♪

♪ Woo-hoo ♪

Go.

- Are you okay? - I'm fine.

I just hate all this macho nonsense.

- Want to get out of here? - I'd love to.

Okay.

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

Thank you.

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

Be careful. That's an original Kelvin.

Final delivery has arrived.

It's perfect.

I need a doctor.

Like everyone else here.

Take a seat.

Dear Lord.

Get her to Gastroenterology now!

Sorry for the dirty squirties.

ID.

What is the purpose of your visit, Miss Flores?

Business or pleasure?

It isn't business.

All good.

She's heading inside.

- Roo, what's the holdup? - Cut me a break.

There's a whole quart of goulash up my crack.

Better hurry, Roo.

We can't find a CCTV feed in the hospital, so I have no eyes on the hallway.

Please. This whole country is socialized medicine.

It'll be hours

- before some quack comes in here.

What's up, doc?

You weren't lying.

The flowers are beautiful.

And that flagpole,

how patriotic.

Looks brand-new, not a mark on it.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Why can't I hear Emma on comms?

There seems to be interference. Let me see if I can boost the signal.

I'm gonna get her. That's it, and that's all.

Negatory, boss.

Guard's got a PKM, 650 rounds per minute.

You'd be Swiss cheese.

Barry, can you get a connection?

I'm cycling channels.

- Anything? - No.

Doesn't make any sense. It's like we're sealed off.

Or maybe they are.

When Dr. Novac was nabbed in Ireland,

the Moldovan government must've boosted security in the dorms

with a digital Faraday cage.

- A what cage? - Faraday.

A digital mesh that no signal can even get through.

That's why we can't hear Emma.

I doubt she can hear us.

She's flying blind.

That's why Roo needs to take the damn shot.

I'm kind of in the middle of something.

Listen, Dr. Zhivago, either I bash you in the head until you're out cold,

or you inject yourself with 40 cc's of night-night.

There you go, sleepytime tea. Put it in you.

Come on.

Getting in position.

I'm working my angles.

You mark the spot, boomer.

Did you hear something?

No... but I would love to.

What do you have that would... set the mood?

Just the thing.

And we have video.

This... is my favorite song.

♪ Lightning crashes ♪

And audio.

'90s emo rock.

- Called it.

We have eyes and ears on everything but the bedroom.

We don't need the bedroom.

She collects the data and get the hell out of there. That's it.

♪ ...falls to the floor ♪

Emma's doing a great job of getting data from Nik's laptop,

but the Faraday cage won't let that data be sent to me.

I have no idea if she downloaded Dr. Novac's research paper

or his grocery list.

Look, I know Emma.

She's not gonna leave before she knows for sure that the job is done.

The only way she knows that is if she gets our confirmation.

- So we must turn off the cage. - I'd advise against that, sir.

If they went through the trouble of setting up that cage,

they definitely put an alarm on it.

Shut it off, the alarm sounds, and then the dorm goes into lockdown.

Emma got past the guard with her credentials,

but she'll get busted if they do a deep dive.

Hold on.

You said the Faraday cage is like a digital mesh, right?

- Mm-hm. - Mesh comes in all sizes.

Tight like a screen door,

or loose and more revealing like a sexy crop top.

And the point is?

The cage requires a ton of power, meaning it'd have a dedicated line.

We tap into it, we can dim the power without cutting it off.

We weaken the mesh

so we can get our comms through to Emma without tripping the alarm.

The mesh is there but provides no protection.

Exactly.

Found the power line.

Now it looks like they dug a trench and ran a conduit

to an electrical tower several miles away.

If it's standard PVC, it won't be that deep,

so you should be able to easily compromise it.

It's only ten yards west of you.

- Found it. - Get digging.

You'll need two holes, six inches apart.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Yeah.

-Salut. - Salut.

Mm.

You're so aggressive.

Start digging the second hole.

Yes. Okay.

This is very uncomfortable. I took her to see the Jimmy Neutron movie.

Man, she's a good kisser though.

I don't need to hear all this crap. Is Emma in position?

She's in a position.

Is she close to Nik's device or not?

From what I can see,

she just downloaded the last device in the room,

but until that cage is down, I have no idea what she got us.

Whoa, whoa. Sorry.

I am, how do they say, all of the thumbs, huh?

Oh, I think you knocked your phone off the--

What is this?

Jam Slam?

I've heard of it, but, uh, Western games are frowned upon.

Your phone sent you a memory.

Who is this?

That's my brother.

He's a little slow.

Uh, why in English?

He lives in Boston now. There's a special school for him there.

Huh.

- I'm gonna freshen up. - Oh yeah.

I'll just play for a bit while I wait.

Oh, okay.

I'm sorry, Carter.

Seriously?

I found the PVC pipe.

Okay, we can see the power lines. Now what?

You need to create a resistor, a metal arch.

Place its two ends into the hole so that they touch the power line.

Where are we?

- I need a spare tire and an antenna. Now. - Got it.

Here we go.

All right, grounded, and ready to connect.

Sounds like my Tinder profile.

Success.

Faraday cage weakened,

data is being accessed,

signals are coming in and out of the door.

Uncle Barry, where have you guys been? Did we get Dr. Novac's research?

Sorting through the data now.

Uh, grant applications, expense reports...

Oh boy.

Why do I hear hanky-panky?

Um,

Nik has an assortment of spanking videos.

- It's getting hot. - Gross.

- What? The antenna is getting really hot. - You're still holding on to it?

It has thousands of watts running through it.

- Let go. - I can't.

The holes are too big.

If I let go, it tilts, and it sets off the alarm,

and Emma goes to the gulag.

Let go, man. It's starting to smell like Whoppers.

No, I'm gonna hold on to it. That's it, and that's all.

Come on, help me pack the holes.

Hate to pile on, guys, but we've got bigger problems.

Nik's gotta be some kind of video game prodigy

because he just reached level seven.

You gotta stop him before he beats level seven.

After that, the game facade ends, and it reverts back to spy software.

What? Why?

The app takes up lots of gigs. We only had room for a few levels.

Emma, listen to me.

You gotta make him not wanna look at that game.

Shock and awe.

Shock and awe.

What's shock and awe?

- Fluff me. - What?

That is shock and awe.

Oh.

How's the game going?

It's...

Great job, Emma. Just hang tight till we figure out our next move, okay?

Almost done?

- I can't hold on to it much longer. - I got you. I got you.

Hold on.

- We're packed pretty tight here. - Got it.

We're ready to give it a shot.

Okay, Barry, give me good news.

Connection is stable, but we still need Dr. Novac's paper.

Nik must have a hard copy somewhere. Probably in a safe?

Statistically, most people keep safes in their bedroom.

No, no. No way.

Shall we take this to the bedroom?

Yes.

How's Princess supposed to find a hidden safe in the bedroom

with Nik in there?

Yes! Yes! Yes!

- No! - Yes!

No! No!

Oh yes!

Yes! Yes!

New wainscoting.

What did you say?

- I didn't say you could talk. - Okay.

Since when do Soviet-era block buildings get makeovers?

It's gotta be the facade for the safe.

Knock the guy out and break in.

Then if he wakes up, he knows he's been robbed,

tells his superiors, word gets out that Novac's handler's been ambushed,

Boro finds out, he knows that we're onto him,

pivots, he's gone forever.

Just stay tight, sweetie, okay?

We're gonna come up with a plan.

Emma?

Emma?

Barry, is the cage up again?

No.

Um... it appears Emma has removed her comms.

Communication has unilaterally been cut just like she did in Guyana.

Why would she take out the comm?

Um...

Hm...

Why would Emma take out the comm?

I found the safe. Nik's out cold.

Please tell me that you poisoned him.

The paper, I've got it.

Who do you work for?