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In the past 24 hours, you have broken over two dozen state and federal laws.

You've dealt Homeland Security a public relations nightmare.

And you destroyed over $100 million worth of private property.

Which is why you ironically named geniuses. The wrong use of ironic.

Are hereby ordered a psychological evaluation.

That evaluation decides your future. From what I see, you're too mentally

unstable to handle this job.

Anything else smart you want to say?

No.

So much for your little experiment.

And as a psychologist assigned to this case, I will interview each member of

your team individually.

You will take me through the events of the past 24 hours and explain your

decisions.

Happy to help however I can.

Lying is one hallmark of antisocial personality disorder.

So first of all, I suggest you be honest.

Honestly? I'm looking at your diploma thinking I could have gotten into your

alma mater when I was seven.

Let's start at the beginning.

Okay.

First, I should mention that I also have a Ph .D. in clinical psychology.

Perhaps our time would be better spent talking about you.

I don't think so.

Say more about that.

Ask me anything.

I'm an open book.

It all started yesterday.

One sec.

Oh, my God.

Oh, dear.

All right.

From the beginning.

Well, it all began with costumes.

Do you have the summary document on our last job?

Good morning to you too, Walter.

How are you today?

Oh, you prefer a different greeting. Okay, good morning. How are you? Do you

have the summary document on our last job?

I'll send it to you.

And thank you for asking.

I've been preparing for Ralph's school Halloween party tomorrow, but he doesn't

want to go because he has no one to go with.

Mm -hmm.

Come on, it's Halloween.

Exactly.

What does that mean? It's a holiday based on 16th century traditions of

off evil spirits. It's not exactly progress.

To say nothing of contributions to tooth decay, juvenile diabetes, early death.

You asked.

Good news.

Your friend the governor has recommended you for a new gig. Unlike the last few,

this one's cushy. The West Side Museum of Art is having a new exhibit of a

masterpiece by Franz Biermann. I love this work.

The Verstand Museum in Germany owns the painting.

But while it's within our borders, it falls under the purview of homeland.

We picked up some cheddar on some dark net sites.

It's a highly coveted target for art thieves.

We need you to upgrade the security systems at the museum. I'll fill you in

the details on the way. And Merritt granted your request.

What request?

This is great.

Traveling together will increase efficiency.

This is on trial loan from the department, so go easy on it.

Push a gig aside, isn't security work a little below our pay grade? Painting's

worth a hundred million bucks.

How is $32 of paint and canvas worth a hundred million?

It's one of humanity's great achievements.

It's paint and canvas.

Art critic Leslie Ryman calls it, quote, an exquisite rendering of late 19th

century small town tranquility, whose rhapsodic gestures connote optimism and

possibility.

Are you okay?

My hypersensitivity and overactive emotional quotient are at times

works of art.

Don't tell me you have a problem with Halloween and art. They're both make

-believe, all ascribed value.

I took a night school class on Gauguin.

Ever seen his paintings of Tahiti? They're mind -blowing.

Well, in the time period of the Behrman painting, there were grain shortages and

starvation. That old woman looks like she has gout. That ten -year -old girl,

middle -aged.

You can't openly mock things 99 % of the world enjoys. If you want to grow this

business, take on private clients, even be a functioning member of society, you

have to learn how normal people work.

Yes, but to what end?

You being more human could help us get more jobs and improve relationships with

superiors, make my life more sane.

Think of it as an experiment.

I'll give it a try.

Geniuses have low EQ or emotional quotient.

Hence their difficulty relating to us. Sure, they have their issues, but

also brilliant and brave and special.

You're protecting your job.

If I thought they were unstable, would I allow my son around them?

Your son is them.

Thank you.

I think he's special, too.

Take me through Walter's behavior at the museum.

This is an exceedingly rare work by an artist whose other paintings have all

been destroyed during World War II. So as curator, if security is my

responsibility, forgive me for saying so, but they don't seem like typical law

enforcement.

We're not typical law enforcement, Dr. Paulson. We're better.

Very excited to protect your beautiful and important art.

Right.

Is that supposed to be normal?

Experiment's begun, not bad, huh?

Fair fine.

Good luck with that.

Take a look at this.

He's getting awfully close to it. Maybe he's enjoying it. Walter may have some

EQ.

I stand corrected.

I was doing my job.

Slashing a canvas is your job?

Or evidence of your lack of emotional maturity?

Both. I don't have emotions.

I read that in your file. But how can you protect something if you don't care

about it?

I care about my paycheck.

I can't really tell if you're purposely being contemptuous or maybe you're

unstable. Well, if you dismissed every government worker who was unstable,

Washington would cease to exist.

Giving these responses, how do you expect me to approve you?

I don't.

But to fail us would be to disregard the fact that no matter how many people got

upset, my actions had a purpose. I cut the painting to thoroughly examine both

sides of the canvas. It was efficient.

Efficient? Are you out of your mind? Do you have any idea how much this painting

is worth?

Yes, as I said, nothing.

It's a fake.

And there are several reasons why we knew this, starting with Paige. She

this artist. Seeing the painting should have made her happy. But when she looked

at the painting, she displayed the same repulsion markers our sense of smell

gives us to rotting meat when it exudes an odor.

Her subconscious instinctively knew something was off, but she didn't know

it was. Then I did a quick count of the brush strokes.

There's 1 ,387, which is...

48 less than the original.

And the type of nails in the frame weren't even manufactured until four

after this painting was supposedly made.

Rotting meat, brush strokes, and nails?

That's all you had to go on before you destroyed a masterpiece?

A fake masterpiece.

He's right.

Special Agent Carey, FBI Art Crimes.

We just analyzed the paint and carbon dated the frame. The painting is a

forgery. Thank you for repeating exactly what I said 63 minutes ago.

That is a lovely windbreaker.

We may be able to ID the forger by fingerprints left in the paint. Well,

won't find any fingerprints in the paint because this painting wasn't made by

hand. It was made by machine.

A forgery of this quality made by a machine?

Not possible.

You're right. It's not possible. It's certain. Since there's no longer a

painting to detect, I'm going to ask you to leave.

We very much thank you for the opportunity to... How else was I

him it was a fake?

Perhaps by saying it's a fake.

When delivering bad news, most people try and do so gently.

Waste of time.

How'd the knife work for you?

Miraculously, Special Agent Carey wants you to stay on the case.

So she appreciated my efforts.

She found you smug.

Arrogant and several other choice adjectives. But the FBI is lacking

on this technology.

Explain your theory.

Thrilled to help anyone who thinks we're smug and arrogant.

The force of a human hand applying brush strokes would result in tiny broken

canvas fibers. But that canvas was perfectly intact.

Only a machine arm could paint so delicately. Plus, the mathematical

the paint were so precise that they couldn't have been executed so

a human being. So we followed the technology to track down the forger. And

have art crimes investigate who swapped the original for the fake and when. You

know, the original was authenticated by customs at LAX at 642 this morning.

So we know the swap occurred sometime after that.

But they'd have to canvas airport staff, art handlers, transport personnel. That

could take days. The problem is most stolen art leaves the country within 24

hours, never to be seen again.

I know someone who can help us track it down, but I want you all on primo

behavior.

A fake human.

Does no one have any respect?

Real or fake, it doesn't matter. If the people looking at it can't tell, what's

the difference?

Believe me, I know.

Tell me about your machine theory.

In order to create a high -quality forgery using a machine, you'd first

three -dimensional scan of the painting, capturing every detail from the

brushstroke direction to the thickness and volume of the paint.

Then a spectral camera would create an algorithmic breakdown of the colors to

mixed by the 3D printer and applied by machine arm. But first, the forger would

need an extremely high -res image of the original.

Do you know how we can get our hands on one? When I was a costumer in London, I

used to visit the Royal Stuart Museum.

They keep digital images of major artworks. Those images have high enough

resolution to be used by the forgers.

I'll just pack in.

Or you could use my account number.

Thank you.

Unfortunately, the Beerman's been stolen before.

This is the actual provenance of the painting.

1936, Eckhart Mueller, a Jewish shoemaker from Warsaw, buys the painting

directly from the artist Franz Biermann.

1942, the Nazis seize the painting from Mueller and send him to Auschwitz, where

he's murdered by the SS.

1946, the Verstand Museum takes possession of the painting. Since then,

generations of the Muellers have tried unsuccessfully to get it back. This

family has spent a lifetime trying to get this painting back. Art has meaning.

Found the image.

4K resolution.

More than enough to create the forgery.

According to the manifest, this file can be downloaded by a Col de Vaux art

student, art book publishers, and once by somebody from Galactic Toys.

Oh, here we go. Okay.

Galactic has the greatest superhero pantheon in this or any other universe,

including my personal favorite, Super Fun Guy.

I'm getting to it. Walter, I'm getting to it. Okay.

They manufacture these little masterpieces using state -of -the -art,

-edge 3D printers and scanners. They have everything one would need to create

the perfect forgery. The forger must work there.

And he is so lucky.

We'll scan their network and ID the employee on the way.

Thank you, Eddie.

Thank you. It was an experience.

Okay, guys. Come on. Let's go.

Never seen a move so fast.

Okay, galactic toys.

The IP address and LAN subnets have narrowed it down to ten employees, four

which work in administration, which means they lack the skill set to even

the technology. Well, eliminate anyone with the title of VP or above. They

wouldn't risk their pension on criminal activity.

Well, that leaves five. Only three have our backgrounds.

That one.

Look at that knockoff designer's sweater. He doesn't care about the

between real and fake. Man, that's in my own heart. Phil Daniels.

Married, three kids.

Needs money, has ability and motive.

Hey, Kim, can I go with you?

You're all staying here and that's an order.

I'll be back in ten minutes. He's been waiting for this his whole life. Well,

then he should be used to it. I don't need a bunch of geniuses to help me

an unarmed artist.

You at least get me a Superfungi t -shirt.

He's really... Dave, he's really... I

am 50 feet from Valhalla, but I might as

well be 50 miles.

Maybe you should emulate Sylvester.

He might be extreme, but at least he moves.

That is not ideal to me. So if water has no emotional quotient, you have...

Infinitely too much.

What are you looking at?

That bookshelf's not anchored.

If there was an earthquake, it could fall. It could crush you, causing

trauma, concussion.

Plus, I wouldn't want to see any of that blood.

I'm sorry.

You asked me a question?

Does your anxiety hinder your ability to do your job?

And if so, how can you work on that team?

Well, because of Walter.

He keeps me out of my head, keeps me focused on the work.

But if I were you, I would... I'd just move the chair just like a couple

I don't get it.

Because the parrot has a hat on.

Oh, that's funny.

Technically. It's funny completely.

No, to break it down logically, bringing a parrot into a bar makes no sense.

You're disappointed.

Just starting to see the scope of what needs to be done.

In the meantime, I can still solve this case. Cut him off at the corner.

Okay. Okay, Kate.

He's about to call it. What? I can't hear you.

out some issues?

I looked everywhere for you.

Are those chicken feathers?

It's all fixable.

Whether or not I'm stable.

Fascinating question.

I've personally treated many mentally unstable people.

I've dated some, too.

You're trying to game me again, Mr. Curtis.

Answer my question.

I'm rock steady.

The only reason we disregarded Cabe's orders is because we had to chase

He could have led us to the painting.

Through busy downtown streets, government employees are supposed to

property.

Not destroy it. You can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs.

That's not a metaphor. I'm just stating a fact about breakfast.

You know, another sign of antisocial behavior.

Witty humor.

Addiction issues.

That's my favorite kind.

All I know is I'm in good hands with the employee of Walter O 'Brien, one of the

most intelligent human beings in the world.

From my find, it seems like you're in competition with him.

He's infinitely smarter than both of us.

When I met him, I was gambling every night in jail pretty often, too.

I'd still be there if it weren't for Walter.

He's pretty exceptional.

Don't tell him I said that.

You're spooking.

He won't talk.

The FBI gave us one hour with him, and we're at zero.

That's what happens when a guy gets chased by a bunch of weirdos in a van

covered in chicken feathers.

The FBI searched his house, his storage locker, his records. Everything turned

up nothing.

The painting's worth 100 mil. If he doesn't talk fast, we'll never see it

Just give me 30 seconds with him.

So Agent Gallo in there thinks you stole the painting. I know you didn't do it.

Well, finally, someone who believes I'm innocent.

I didn't say you're innocent.

You graduated CalArts nine years ago, dreaming of becoming the next Picasso.

Then you had a few small shows, but the decision -makers in suits didn't get

your brilliance.

Then you slipped one past the goalie with your girlfriend.

Diapers are not cheap, so you took a job with Galactic Toys. It's hard to

believe you've been there nearly a decade, watching your dreams slip away.

But the calluses on your right thumb and middle finger tell me you still paint

every day.

You're an artist.

All artists want the same thing, recognition.

So when someone offered to pay you to forge a painting, that felt good.

Finally, someone recognized your skill.

In fact, you could have done that whole thing by hand.

You only supplemented your skill with the machine because they made you.

I want a lawyer. Sure, that'll convince people you're innocent.

Whoever paid you to make that fake stole the original themselves, making you an

accomplice. I was hired to make a copy of a painting.

Which is not illegal.

What the guy did with it after that is his business. And the irony is, he's not

going to take the fall for it. You are.

Just give me his name.

Jacques Lebeau. Real estate tycoon. Friend of the mayor. He paid Daniels to

forge the painting.

Most of Lebeau's online accounts were impenetrable, but we discovered that he

pays two electric bills.

One for his main house, and one for a separate climate -controlled room.

It's a wine cellar.

No, that's not a wine cellar.

Look at the electricity usage.

It's a huge room.

Much more suitable for storing art.

Gonna have to trust Happy on this one, Toby. Trust me on this, Walter. We're

talking wine, one of my specialties. Doesn't really matter right now. All we

have is the word of an admitted forger.

We'll never get a search warrant with that alone.

I'll call in some favors and see if I can't get a wiretap, but that'll take

time. You hang tight until you receive further orders. I'll update you as soon

as I have something.

Okay, so LeBeau commissioned the fake, so we have to assume he has the real

painting. Chances are he's trying to move it. Any idea on his whereabouts?

I'm digging, I'm digging. Okay, got something.

He's at home preparing for a big charity gala tonight.

Guys, this is happening right now.

He'll be hosting hundreds of people, three bars, live music. And us.

Cave told us... Cave is going to cost us an opportunity.

Are we really going to smuggle a painting out during a party?

There will be equipment coming in and out, trucks, commotion. The whole thing

could be a subterfuge to try and smuggle that painting out of the country

tonight. Now, happy Toby, you'll slip in, try and locate that painting.

If you can't find it, then we're going to need all the details that we can get

on LeBeau and his business dealings. Paige, coming to Hacker Zone to the

list? Try and get us close to LeBeau so we can clone his phone.

Sly, you'll cue me from the van.

With our kid, we won't get the gear we need. And I have nothing to wear.

I am not being a diva. I was a broke waitress six weeks ago. I literally have

nothing to wear for a fancy party. I know someone who can help on both

You were smart to come back.

This party, I'm sure, will have a fashion -forward crowd.

And in the wrong clothes, you'd be spotted immediately as fakes. It's

weekend. Why isn't the bull having a costume ball? Because rich people are

smart. They know that Halloween is foolish.

Aren't you a ray of sunshine?

And I'm a waiter.

Wow. Sometimes I even surprise myself.

This is okay.

Really?

Yes.

You silver -tongued devil, you.

Well, what about... What about me?

Well, you're in the van, so you can wear your stupid shirt.

Do you have any Halloween costumes for a nine -year -old boy, like a zombie or a

ninja or a pirate?

I'll keep looking. These comm devices...

Are on an encoded frequency.

There you go.

And there.

Thank you.

Out you go.

Before I start to regret loaning you my things.

Never been to a party like that.

Don't worry.

Sit right in.

Thank you. Of course.

There

you

go.

What about the gift?

Oh, I took care of it.

Last name?

Guga.

That's just like my apartment.

Focus.

We may never recover that painting unless we get LeBeau's data wherever he

Madame, Monsieur, Bienvenue.

I'm your host, Jacques LeBeau. And tonight, we will be raising money for

Arts Are Fundamental charity.

I hope you'll all open your hearts and your wallets to this great cause.

Is there any more noble pursuit?

Then the arts.

Science, mathematics, professional wrestling, anything besides that.

Happy and Toby are in position.

Here, time to come.

Writing, music.

Alarm off in three, two, one.

I'm unlocking the door.

To get to the storage locker, take the northwest stairs to the basement level.

Now, to clone LeBeau's phone, we have to get this within five feet of him for

three uninterrupted minutes.

Easy. I'll just stand near him.

Where do you go?

I don't know.

Got him.

Oh. That's James' next door.

Cool. It has to be a more efficient way. This is the most efficient way.

I don't dance.

Here's the storage locker.

It's a 96 -bit triple -encrypted TD9 lock.

Do you know how impressed I am when I have no idea what you're saying?

Mind me to dumb it down next time.

You ready?

Go.

Five feet of him for three minutes, starting now.

We're a couple, remember?

Do you know where to put your hands?

You're not pushing me on a swing.

Lower.

Lower.

Put your hand lower.

Good. I keep it there at the small of my back.

Not bad.

Easy, right? Basic mathematics.

Count the beats four -four time.

Seventy -six beats per minute.

That explains it.

We're in.

It's a wine cellar. You know what geniuses can't do?

Because we have two left brains.

Walter, did you just make a joke?

It's just a workplace to manipulate a common phrase.

Well, it's a start. I think your experiment is starting to work.

Download will complete in 15 seconds.

Oh.

Malfunction. Walter, the cloning device reset. You have to start the download

all over again.

You have to keep dancing.

Okay.

May I cut in?

I can't not dance with the most beautiful woman in my party.

90 seconds. Stall, Walter.

Oh, well, it's all right with you, honey.

I'd be delighted.

I'll just be over there, honey.

Okay, how much longer?

Eighty seconds and counting.

It's a cover.

No one keeps such fine vintages this cold.

It's not just a wine cellar. There's got to be a door or a cabinet or something.

How much time left? Thirty seconds.

Will you stop asking? It's like the fourth time. What's gotten into you,

This was recently installed.

It's got to be hiding a secret door.

No door.

Come on.

Walter, we got it.

Excuse me, sir.

Okay. Download complete?

Download complete.

There's nothing behind there.

No, no.

It's just a wine cellar. What was that noise?

Oh, no.

Somebody go check that out.

Someone's coming.

That's the only exit.

What's going on? Time to go.

Sylvester, we're about to get made. Do something. I'm on it.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

What happened to you guys? We got out through the kitchen and ran into a giant

cake. I don't want to talk about it.

We didn't find the art, but we found the phone.

Step on it.

It was an easy mistake. How could I have possibly known that was a wine cellar?

The painting could be somewhere else in the house.

No, not anymore. By now, Labose found the broken wine bottles.

He knows someone's hacked into the power.

He knows we're onto him. He's going to try and move that painting fast.

Sylvester, you search his call history?

Art world's supposed to be rarefied air, but instead it's full of thieves.

This guy stole from the museum, who stole from the Mueller family.

Isn't he supposed to be the intellectual elite?

I thought you didn't care about art. I'm faking it, remember?

Sounds awfully real.

Somewhere along the line, you had a breakthrough. You're improving.

Okay. LeBeau made half a dozen calls to one number in the 48 hours before the

original painting disappeared.

The name is encrypted, but I think it can break it. In how long?

That long.

And I thought I didn't like him because he was a know -it -all art jerk. Here's

an email from LeBeau to Paulson with his bank's routing and account numbers.

LeBeau provides access to the fake.

Paulson provides access to the original. We didn't find the painting of LeBeau's

because he never had it. Paulson does.

As curator, he could easily pull this off. He plans all the museum's exhibits.

The beer man's worth nine figures.

He wouldn't move it by air.

There are more security gaps at the docks.

A call came from the van.

Hey, take this to Hedy.

Can't be discussed over the phone. She'll understand.

What's this about?

Read it. You'll see.

Oh, I'm going to need to take your car as well for the Wi -Fi. You take the van

and hurry.

I appreciate it.

I never thought I'd hear him say that.

Safe to say this is when the mission went from the frying pan into the fire.

Safe to say anything you want unless it pisses me off.

You're guilty of breaking and entering, trespassing, larceny.

Do you even think how Walter puts all your lives at risk?

We're geniuses. All we do is think.

Ever think about how none of you have anywhere else to go?

Especially you.

Since from what I can tell, you have no family to speak of.

There is always a plan.

And we follow it because we believe in Walter.

And besides, as soon as we knew the play with the curator, we called our

superior. Pulse!

It's your radar. We got him. Yeah, we're on his tail right now. We surveilled

him, followed him to his house where he put the painting in the car. You went to

private property without a search warrant. Anything you saw is

court. Actually, it is admissible because we're not working at your

We're operating as private citizens.

So the more we defy you, the more legal it is.

That's good to know. We got to remember that for next time.

All right, I scanned the manifests at the San Pedro docks.

There's one ship leaving for Shanghai in an hour. And guess who books space on

the cargo hold?

Paulson. That boat leased with the painting. It's gone. We're accessing his

car's operational mainframe. Okay, meet us on the 6th Street bridge.

We'll cut Paulson's engine. All you have to do is arrest him. You'll find the

stolen painting in the trunk. No drama, no high -speed chase, no risk.

Okay, but do not engage.

We don't want to endanger the public.

We'll keep it safe, just like the painting.

Use the built -in Wi -Fi.

Got full bars.

We're in.

We got control of the car.

Cutting engine power.

Using engine temp.

You're under arrest.

Painting's in the trunk.

Agents are en route. They'll take it to the museum.

Another unit is apprehending LeBeau right now.

Well done, guys.

You sure know your tech.

Oh, no. The painting.

That might be our fault.

Something must have gone wrong with the frequency or the F6 dial. I don't care.

What I care about is this.

And you destroyed a $100 million painting.

Where are you going?

Well, I told you the whole story, Silver.

Done.

Forensic gave me your cloning device.

I carried it in my bag. I jostled it. I even dropped it. Not once did the device

accidentally reset.

Which is why I find it odd that it got reset while you were dancing with Paige.

It was probably some radio wave interference.

Know what I really think happened?

You enjoyed dancing with Paige.

Holding her.

Being close.

You didn't want it to stop, so you reset the device yourself.

You risked the entire mission to dance with her for 30 more seconds.

I would never jeopardize a mission.

I have met with all of your team. They rely on you. They defend you. They're

brilliant. They're talented. And all I've ever tried to do is protect them.

Together, we can do things that no one else can do.

It's up to you to decide whether you'll allow us to keep doing that.

Excuse me.

Okay, so I ran the potentialities, and the likelihood of us passing this test

very low. All right, the good news is, either way, we got this. It would pair

beautifully with a leg of lamb, but given our higher -than -normal anxiety

levels, I think we should pop this open right now.

You passed.

Really?

Let's go, Pop, then.

Good idea.

Enjoy.

So, um... Dr. Davis thinks we're okay? Well, I wouldn't go that far. She passed

you because, and I quote,

Mr. O 'Brien seems to believe that lying to a federal psychologist is justified

so long as the job is done.

However, his deeper motivation stems not, as he states, from a desire to

complete his mission, but from empathy for his team members.

He has created for himself a purpose, and for each of them, a family.

A safe haven, a place to reach their potential.

Doesn't sound like you.

That hurts.

Doubt that.

But it got me thinking about some things that didn't make sense.

Like when you hacked Paulson's car and it didn't exactly work as planned.

Technology's not always reliable. It is when you guys do it.

So then I went down to the evidence locker and looked for the fake paint and

couldn't find it.

I don't know how we'll build a case against Paulson and LeBeau without it.

This isn't the first time they've done this. Their records will lead you to all

of their other stolen art. Your case will be airtight.

And if I had forensics test the ashes of that painting would it be the fake or

the original Forensics won't reveal a thing about the paintings authenticity

because it was completely destroyed in the fire

And

if I were to call them your family would they be particularly happy

Thank you.

Let's keep this between us.

Oh, don't hang it near your window, Mrs. Mueller.

I'll walk you out.

No one will know about this. Not Interpol, not Cabe, no one.

Before you said that painting was meaningless.

Now you broke the law to return it to its rightful owner.

I agree to appreciate its subtle beauty and lyrical composition.

Fine, I still don't get it.

You know, I saw how Duke Guillaume looked at Countess Stephanie, and I saw

way you looked at Paige.

Something made you understand that family's connection to the painting.

Something.

Or someone.

Everything happened like I said it did.

For real.

Hello. They said we should come in here. Come on.

Hello?

I guess you don't hate Halloween after all. Oh, we still hate it. And we love

Ralph. We're hoping we can tag along to your school party.

Hmm.

My highly tuned facial recognition skills tell me that is a yes.

Hmm. All right. Let me guess who's who.

Super fun guy.

No surprises there.

Uh... Big Man Fries?

Ah, precisely.

Which means I'm dressed as a hack.

Meow. Every girl does that costume.

It's still hot.

I give up. Agent Kate Gallop.

Oh, okay. We also cooked something up for you. You come with us, big man.

So let me get something straight.

Art makes you feel nothing, yet you lie to your superiors and risk your job in

order for us to return the painting to its rightful heirs.

You also think Halloween is nonsensical, and yet you took time off work to

get dressed up and go to Ralph's party.

For a guy who says he has no feelings, you sure are sweet.

That's just a costume.

Oh, my God.

That's the perfect costume.

I thought you'd like it.

Hey, come on. We got a party to catch.

You know, Ralph, Halloween started off as a day to ward off evil spirits. Isn't

that stupid?

Yeah. Yeah. Who cares? Let's go get some candy.

Stay tuned for scenes from our next episode.