All language subtitles for KC S3 E22

Previously on K.C. Undercover...

Okay, folks,
this is a big one.

We just received intel
that enemy agents

are hiding right here
in the D.C. Metro area,

pretending to be
ordinary citizens.

This can't be
the right location.

It's practically around
the corner from our house.

That would mean...

Enemy agents have been
living in our own neighborhood.

I am not spying on Amy.

Just buddy up to her,
get into her house,

and find that weapons
distribution list.

We can take down every
enemy spy network in the country.

Thousands of lives
could be saved.

I'll do it.

Okay, is it just me, or does it feel
like we've been friends forever?

I know, I know,
it's kinda crazy.

We love all the same stuff.

All right, well,
I don't know about that.

Okay, let's see.

How about I name some of
the things I love,

and we'll see if
you love it too.

- Cool. Let's do it.
- Okay, bagpipe music.

Uh, yeah. Is there
a better bag instrument?

Okay, how about
renaissance fairs?

Thou hast declareth
the truth about mine self,

'cause I, too, loveth
the ren fair.

Buzzumba workouts.

I don't love buzzumba.

I love, love, love buzzumba!

Okay, well, then,

why don't we hit up
a class after school?

I just took one this morning,

but hey, double the buzzumba,
double the fun... ba.

Oh. Man.

I'm so sorry.
Did you want a bite?

Oh, no, I'm good.
I'm actually a vegetarian, so...

You won't be after you eat me.

Come on, take a bite.

It's really good,
it's really good.

Really, I can't.

Okay, that's fine.

I guess we don't love
all the same things.

You didn't let me finish.

What I mean is, I can't...

wait to take a bite...

out of that big,

juicy, meaty burger. Right?

There's bacon in there.
That's nice.

Hold it.
I gotta hit the library.

You wanna meet me there?

See you there.

Gotta finish this burger.

Am I crazy, or do you spend
all of your time with Amy?

Marisa, you know that
this is my assignment, okay?

I have to pretend
to be her friend

so I can get into her
house and plant some bugs.

Is she a spy or not?

I don't know,
but I know she's annoying.

I mean, please, can you
just hang out with us,

'cause I need a buffer between me and
the buzzumba dancing bagpipe enthusiast.

Yeah, sure. Just name
the time and place.

Actually, right now. I'm supposed to
meet her in the library; wanna come?

Okay, yeah, cool. Uh,
the library's this way, right?

What, no. The library's
always been this way.

Should've seen that one coming.

♪ Oh, when danger
comes for you ♪

♪ You know
I'll stand beside you ♪

♪ 'Cause ain't nobody
keep their head so cool ♪

♪ I'll always find a way,
a way out of the fire ♪

♪ Don't tell nobody,
tell nobody ♪

♪ I'm not perfect ♪

♪ So many things
I wanna tell you ♪

♪ But I, I, I,
I keep it undercover ♪

♪ Livin' my life, on red alert ♪

♪ Doin' my thing,
gonna make it work ♪

♪ Know I'm the realest,
baby, I'm fearless ♪

♪ But I always got your back ♪

♪ Nobody can do it like I can ♪

♪ I gotta find out who I am ♪

♪ Ain't got to worry about me ♪

♪ It's all part of the plan ♪

♪ I keep it undercover ♪

♪ I keep it undercover, cover ♪

Oh, come on, KC,
gotta pick up those knees.

They were up, they were up.

Whoo!

Isn't this a great class?

Oh, it's great.
I just wish it was

a little more challenging.

- I barely broke a sweat.
- You look pretty sweaty to me.

Oh, this? No.

This is just my pre-sweat sweat.

I haven't gotten to
the real salty sweat yet.

Right, well, I'm gonna go fill my
water bottle for the second half.

Oh, great. Second half. Right.

Kill me now.

I'm just gonna take a seat.

No seats. Okay, well, I'll lean.

I'm just gonna
full-out collapse.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Oh, no, I'm good.

I was just, um,

doing my full body
floor stretch.

Ready for the second half.

While we're stretching it out,

maybe we could think of some
things we could do with Marisa.

Oh, this is awkward.

- What?
- I know you're close with her,

but I just find Marisa
a teeny, tiny, little bit,

wildly, crazy, overly dramatic.

Oh, no, Marisa is
so much more than that.

She's, um...

oblivious, flaky,
and self-centered,

but that's what makes it so fun.

Sorry.

I just like people like us.

Really chill.

Whoo! Buzzumba! Yes!

What are you doing?

Just chillin', right?

Chillin'.

Wow, that buzzumba
class was great.

Too bad they had
to cut it short, right?

After you kicked in
the sound system,

it was a little hard
to keep going.

Speaking of which,
I have to pee again.

Second time in two minutes.

It's okay. When you gotta
go, you gotta go.

Especially when I put
a little something extra

in your drink.

Okay, Ernie, I'm gonna start
placing the surveillance bugs.

Okay, I'm picking up
video and sound.

Yay! Now we get to monitor
all their conversations.

Let the boredom begin.

Hey, guys, I think I found
what seems to be

a military-grade laptop.

And considering nobody in
that household is in the military,

this could be our link
to the arms distribution list.

Hey, sorry I keep
going to the bathroom.

I don't know why I keep
having to pee.

It's all good.

Better you do it in there
than out here, right?

Um, hey, I was actually trying
to check my email on my phone,

but I wasn't getting any signal.

Can I just use this computer?

No, no, you can't use that.

Why not?

I promise I won't
check your search history

and get all judge-y.

What I mean is,

this is my parents'
work computer,

and they'll freak out
if you do...

Oh, I have to pee again.

Oh, great,
it's password protected.

Okay, try this.

Okay, I'm ready. Go ahead.

- Y.
- Y.

- R.
- R.

- U.
- U.

So stupid?

A laptop containing
all the information

that will help us shut down

every enemy spy
network in the world.

Of course it's
password protected!

So what's your take on Amy?
Is she in this or not?

My gut instinct is telling me

she's definitely a spy,

starting with her actual gut.

That girl is in
top physical condition,

much more than
the average teenager.

That tells me she may have
had some training.

She almost tried to
eliminate someone today.

- Who?
- Me.

Yeah, that buzzumba class
almost killed me.

Plus, when I asked her
about the computer,

she got really weird,
like scared almost.

Well, you are
an excellent judge of character.

Better than I was at your age.

Back in college, I dated
this guy named Gerald.

Thought he was
the perfect boyfriend.

Turns out he was dating
every girl in the dorm.

You know what
I find interesting?

When I met you,

you told me you'd
only had one boyfriend.

But now it seems like
every time you tell a story

about the good old days,
you're with a different guy.

Just how many boyfriends
did you have?

Craig, don't ask questions
you don't want answers to.

And besides, I'm not
the one under investigation.

It's Amy.

Judy and Ernie
are on surveillance,

so hopefully they'll
have some information soon

that helps get
into the computer.

But for future reference,

anything that happened
in the romantic arena

before you two were my parents,

I don't need to know about it.

I'm just sayin'.

Why does Mitch even bother
buying tissues

if he insists on
picking a winner every time?

Nasty.

Mm-hmm.

What do you guys
want for dinner?

Oh, let's go to
that barbecue place downtown.

I am two pork racks away

from a free order
of mac and cheese.

Not to mention high cholesterol.

Guys, that place is so crowded.

I don't wanna wait
two hours for a table.

I'm with Amy.

Yes, it's crowded because

they have the best
Kansas City ribs

outside of Kansas City.

Come on, I want my ribs.

Then go pick some up, Mitch.

And wait in line for two hours?

- Nah, forget it.
- Pizza it is.

They must know they're bugged,

and they're saying really
boring stuff just to torture us.

Hey, guys,
how's surveillance going?

Do you have any information
on the Bishops

that can help us
figure out the password?

Nothing, unless
you count the fact

that Mitch is obsessed
with Kansas City ribs.

Kansas City ribs?

Wait a minute. Kansas City ribs.

Hey, what if the best way
to a spy's password

is through his stomach?

So you're saying you want me
to rip out his stomach?

No, I was talking about ribs.

Oh, I mean, I can
rip out his ribs, too.

But I'm warning you, it's
going to be a lot messier.

Hey, so I came up with a plan

for you, me and Amy.

Oh, about that. Yeah, I don't
really think that's gonna work.

It turns out she...

I'm sorry, what?

It turns out she, um...
doesn't really like you.

What? Why?

I don't know. She just thinks

that you're
a little overly dramatic.

Overly dramatic?

Moi? Moi?!

That is the most ridiculous
thing I've ever heard.

Am I overly dramatic?
What a joke.

What a joke.

I'm universally adored.

Adored!

Yeah, I'm not really seeing
the overly dramatic thing.

Okay, so that's it?
I can't hang out with you

at all when you're
doing this mission?

Look, I don't like it either.

Okay? Amy is getting
on my last nerve,

and hopefully,
it will be over soon,

because I came up with a
plan to get into their computer.

Fine, do what you
have to do to save the world

while mine is
quietly collapsing.

Well, that wasn't
dramatic at all.

Marisa? What are you doing here?

Oh, hey, KC, hey, Amy.

I didn't know you guys
would be here.

I just came for
my Zen meditation class.

Buzzumba's a little too intense

and dramatic for a really
calm person like myself.

Anyway, I gotta go.
There's this really calming

nature documentary on
that I would hate to miss.

But not so much that
I'd cause a scene.

You know, I would just
be upset like, um...

a normal amount.

Namaste.

You didn't tell her
what I said about her, did you?

Oh, no, no. Of course not.

But I really think that
if you got to know Marisa,

you'd really like her.

Yeah, I don't know about that.

You know when you meet somebody
that just rubs you the wrong way,

and everything they say
is like nails down a chalkboard?

Nope, nope, never met
someone like that.

Nope?

Hi, Mom.

Hi. Following your plan,

and calling you at
the time you told me to.

What do you mean,
you can't pick me up?

How am I supposed to get home?

Okay, fine, I guess I'll just...

be alone in a cold,
dark parking lot.

Hopefully no scary vans
will drive by

and slow down
each time they pass.

No, no.

If you need a ride home,
my parents can take you.

Oh, okay. Well, in that case,
it's all good, Mom.

The Bishops are gonna
take me home.

And we'll be here
waiting for them.

It's great to finally
meet you guys.

You, too, and thanks so much
for bringing KC home.

Well, it was either that
or feed her, clothe her,

and send her to college.

I apologize for
my dad's "jokes."

Yeah, well, I apologize for
my mother encouraging him

with her fake laughter.

Kira, where are
my special measuring spoons?

In the drawer
where they always are.

What are you doing
over there, Craig?

Oh-ho, I'm putting together
my special spice rub

for our barbecue tomorrow.

I'm making my famous
Kansas City ribs.

Kansas City ribs?!

Those are my favorites.

Actually, he'll eat anything.

Nobody makes ribs like I do.

I have a special rub
handed down three generations.

Yeah, that originally came
in the back of a magazine.

- Craig.
- Mm-hmm.

What's in your rub?

Mitch, please.

We just met.

Hey, why don't you guys
come to dinner tomorrow?

Oh, we wouldn't wanna impose.

We're inviting you;
you're not imposing.

I fly my ribs in
all the way from Kansas City.

He flies them in. Honey, please!

Okay, fine. We'd love to come.

Great. Now we have to spend
tomorrow with our parents.

So annoying, right?

Hey, smells good out here.

That's right.

Uh-uh-uh.

Mitch, please. No peeking.

If you wanna know, I'll tell you

two of the secret
ingredients in my rub.

- Yeah, thank you. I'm listening.
- Okay.

Patience,
and mind your business.

Come on. At least tell me
what kind of salt you use.

Standard, kosher,
pink Himalayan?

Come on, man, you
gotta give me something!

It's like your husband's protecting
state secrets or something.

Yeah, well, what can I say?

Craig is serious about his meat.

The man barbecues twice a year,

which leaves 363 days
for me to cook.

At least he grills twice a year.

Mitch, oh, he couldn't make
ice if I wrote out the recipe.

My dad is so embarrassing.

Yeah, I'm just glad my dad
didn't wear his stupid apron

with the six-pack abs on it.

Oh, I spoke too soon.

Hey, Ernie, can you
help me get the guacamole?

Why do I have to help?

Because I need your help.

All right, you know the plan?
You know what you're doing?

I come up with
a believable excuse to leave

and break into
the Bishops' house.

You guys will pump them
for personal information

that'll help me
crack that computer password.

Perfect. And we'll have
that distribution list

before they're done picking
rib meat out their teeth.

Guacamole!

Hey, would you look at that?

Amber, the prettiest
girl in school,

wants me to come over
and help her study.

What do you expect when
you're this smart and irresistible?

Mom, Dad, would you be upset
if I sashayed on outta here?

Of course not.

He is such a ladies man.

Oh, hey.

There you are.

You okay?

Yeah, no, I'm fine.
Everything's fine.

You hardly seem fine.

You can talk to me about it;
I'm a friend.

I don't know.

It's just, it feels like
it was yesterday

that I was Judy's age,

and I was actually
playing this game.

Now it's just
such a stressful time.

I'm about to graduate, and our
entire lives are gonna change.

What if I don't like college?

What if I miss my family, what
if I don't pick the right major?

I still don't know
what I wanna be

when I grow up,
and apparently, I am grown up.

I don't feel grown up.

I guess I feel
confused about everything.

Sit down.

Look, anybody who says
that they got it all figured out

is either lying
or kidding themselves.

I know that everyone
in our grade

is stressed about
the exact same stuff.

I know I'm confused,
and I'm valedictorian,

so technically, I'm supposed
to be smarter than everybody.

KC, can I admit something?

Yeah, sure.

I don't really
have a lot of friends.

I guess people
tend to find me...

annoying.

What?

You? No.

Yeah, I know.

I mean, I don't get it either.

Hey, I'm also really sorry
about what I said about Marisa.

If she's your friend,
she has to be cool.

I guess what I'm
trying to say is,

I'm really lucky
to have you as a friend,

to have somebody I
can talk to and trust.

Uh, yeah, yeah.

Of course. I mean,

buzzumba isn't just
a workout class, right?

It's a sisterhood. Bring it in.

Okay, Ernie,
what's your position?

- Can you hear us?
- Loud and clear.

I'm at the computer,
and I'm ready when you are.

Let's get some information
on the Bishops.

Hey, you know what?

Why don't we play a fun game

where we get to know
each other better?

It's called,
"What's your diva name?"

Oh, okay, I love that game.

It's basically a combination
of your first pet's name

and the street that
you grew up on.

I'll go first.

So, um, we had
a cat named Fluffy,

and we live on Melby Lane,

so that means my diva name
is Fluffy Melby.

All right. That would make me

Rover 123rd Avenue.

I guess I'm not really
the diva type.

No, honey, you're no diva.

And my diva name is...

Cuddles Fenimore!

I think I once
dated a Cuddles Fenimore.

And ironically, she didn't
even like to cuddle.

Okay, my turn.

Okay, finally.

Something that might
help me with this password.

My diva name is...

Well, well, well.

Oh, great. As usual,

Marisa's timing is impeccable.

What is going on here?

Uh, now's not really
a good time.

We're just having
a little family barbecue.

Oh, and I wasn't invited.

I know I'm not a Cooper
or a Bishop,

but as far as I can tell,

Bishops aren't Coopers
and Coopers aren't Bishops

so you're already
playing fast and loose,

with this whole family barbecue
thing. Yeah, I'd love to join.

We were hoping you'd say that.

Well, we were just playing
"What's your diva name?"

Who was up?

Oh, Danielle.

So it's...

My first pet was a goldfish,

but it died before
we got a chance to name it.

So it's No-name Melby.
We got it, movin' on.

But I didn't move to Melby Lane

until I was three, so
what was my first street name?

It was some sort of bird.

I'm thinking dodo.
Get her outta there.

Oh, Flamingo.

Flamingo Road. And we had

this cute little gerbil
named Gary.

He used to leave gerbil pellets
all over the house.

So it's Gerbil Poop
Flamingo. That's great.

Um, back to you guys.

Guys, come on.
I'm sitting in their house.

Give me something I can use.

This entire mission
is going south.

KC, do something.

You were saying, Mrs. Bishop.

- Okay, so...
- Bluebird Road!

It wasn't Flamingo Road,
it was Bluebird Road.

Marisa, please, could you
just stop interrupting,

'cause we're trying
to play a game here,

and we're getting
to the Bishops.

Mrs. Bishop, Mr. Bishop.

Either of you wanna go?

Oh, wow, okay.

I guess it's
all about the Bishops.

I'll just sit here
quietly because apparently

you don't care about
anyone else but the Bishops.

O... kay.

I'm sorry, we're
gonna have to leave.

What's wrong, Dad?

It's my stomach,
and it's acting up again.

We better get you
home to bed, honey.

Come on, Amy.

- But, Mom...
- Amy, now.

Don't go.

We have antacid in the bathroom.

We also have the pink stuff.

It doesn't taste very good,
but it works.

We gotta go.

Come on, you haven't
even eaten yet.

Nothing settles an upset stomach

- like a greasy plate of ribs.
- Maybe another time.

Really, Marisa, really.
That's...

Judy.

- Hey, what's up?
- Get on the com and tell Ernie

- to get out of that house now.
- Okay, I'm on it.

- Well, that went well.
- Tell me about it.

This mission
is starting to get to me.

I told you, whether
I'm at school,

or I'm at work, or I'm home,

everything is about Amy
and the Bishops,

and I can't take it anymore.

I know Marisa
messed up back there,

but it's because I haven't
been able to spend

any time with her.

And worse, I know I said
that Amy was annoying,

but now I like her.

Since when? She's the enemy.

Is she? I don't know that.

I had this talk with her,

and now every bone
in my body is telling me

that she's not a spy.

She's just a 17-year-old girl,
and she's a mess,

and she's vulnerable
and confused

and scared about the future,
and honestly,

she's a lot like me.

KC, let me ask you a question.

If this situation were reversed,

and you were protecting
your cover, what would you do?

I'd... make myself appear to be

as much like the target
as possible.

To throw them off my track,

but that's not what she's doing.

At least, I don't think
that's what she's doing.

I don't know.

Something is wrong
with Ernie's com.

He's not answering me. He
must've forgotten to charge it.

So that means they're
on the way to their house,

- and he's there and...
- We need to get him out of there.

I'm going old school.

Hey, Dad, what's going on?

Ernie, get out
of that house now.

Why? I haven't even begun to...

Rob, your name's on TV.