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.
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.
Honey, all those things are true.
- They're just, you know... - What?
True lies.
What the...
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.
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.
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.
Thanks. Bye.
- Hi. Have fun. - Bye, Dana. Love you.
Hi, beautiful.
Good morning.
- Good morning. - Hi.
- I'm very busy right now. - Mm.
I'm just finishing what we started last night.
Okay.
- Now that I've recovered. - 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.
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...
- I'm sorry, honey. - It's fine.
- Let's go save the world. - Mm.
- Synced and corrected by naFraC - - www.addic7ed.com -
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?
'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.
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... - Ugh.
- Look what you did. - No, just-just clean it up.
Just... just got coffee everywhere.
Okay, l-let me get it.
- Ow! - Aah!
Your bowling ball head hit me in the eye.
Now I have coffee in my hair.
- Now I got 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.
our situation is unique. They're not spy couples.
- People at the bank. - 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. - 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.
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.
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.
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. - Completely.
What does coffee have to do with anything?
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?
Of course. We all did.
Oh. Got a shotgun on a trip wire. That's normal.
- Hm. - 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.
- 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.
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.
- 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.
Okay.
All right, you're coming with us.
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.
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.
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. - 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.
- 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.
Kevlar can drive better than you.
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?
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.
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.
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.
I'm gonna set up here.
Move. Now.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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. - 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?
Bought it for your ashes, Arnie.
A girl can dream.
Open it.
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.
- You know I do. - Why are you always like this?
Because you always do stupid things.
Okay, I think we're gonna need a boy car and a girl car.
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.
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.
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.
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...
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.
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.
Maria, Luther, keep an eye on the perimeter.
Keep it tight. Okay?
We're just here to collect intel and get out of here.
Oh, boy.
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...
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. - Oh, boy.
Check that out. Cal's photo is X'd out.
Cal got killed weeks after Lance.
Gib, was Lance's body found after the houseboat explosion?
Body, no.
- Blood traces only. - 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!
What's happening?
Helen, just keep your head down.
It doesn't go any more down.
Arnie, you're bleeding. Were you hit?
Yeah, by you. My nose is bleeding again.
- Oh. - I'm fine, I'm fine.
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?
Harry, there's something you should know.
That's Lance's specialty: cloaking devices,
avoiding scans. He's a genius at it.
- Oh. - 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?
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...
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.
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.
We got armed men on both flanks.
Come on.
15 years is a long time to hold a grudge.
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.
I don't think they're really buddies.
Get 'em out of there.
Move!
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
- ten feet without me. I'm a better shot. - Oh, great teamwork.
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.
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.
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!
Arnie. Sharon.
They're gone, honey.
They're gone.
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.
- Nobody wants to think about that. - I think we all know.
I just said it on everyone's behalf.
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. - Hey, Maria.
Hello, Luther.
- Huh. - I thought...
- Is today not my day? - 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.
Here you go.
Uh, well, I should take this coffee.
Someone's waiting.
- See you. - See you.
See you.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I think it is sexy.
Wait, what grenade?
Oh, honey.
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