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♪ Every now and then I
get a little bit angry ♪

♪ And I know I've got
to get out and cry ♪

♪ Turn around ♪

♪ Every now and then I get
a little bit terrified ♪

♪ But then I see the
look in your eyes ♪

♪ Turn around, bright eyes ♪

♪ Every now and then I fall apart ♪

♪ Turn around, bright eyes ♪

♪ Every now and then I fall apart ♪

♪ And I need you now tonight ♪

♪ And I need you more than ever ♪

♪ And if you'll only hold me tight ♪

♪ We be holding on forever ♪

♪ And we'll only be making it... ♪

Hey, man, what's up?

Oh, you know, just saving
the free world and stuff.

How about you?

No, I'm just hanging out.

All's good.

You're not still sitting in the dark

in your sweat pants, are you?

What? No. Ugh.

On a beautiful day like today? Mnh-mnh.

Copy that.

Are you eating?

And I don't mean junk.

Yeah, I got a few friends over.

We're, uh... We're cooking right now.

Aww, that's sweet.

Look, I know Gigi dumped you,

but what a great time
to be single, right?

And, sure, you guys
were together for, like,

over a year...

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Hey, Whiskey, you okay?

No, man, I'm tip-top.

Now can we stop talking
about it and run the play?

Copy that.

Our target is Dr. Stephen Conrad...

...American CDC scientist
and degenerate gambler.

He's stolen a vial of weaponized Ebola,

and he's looking to sell
it to the highest bidder.

Posing as a French arms
dealer, I'll meet Conrad

and pay him 1.1 million
euros for the pathogen...

...and you'll be there to provide cover.

I'm in position.

Oh, hello, Dr. Conrad.

Very punctual.

I like that in a traitor.

Oh, and you brought a plus-one.

So everybody's got a friend here.

Son of a bitch!

Dude, I'm... I'm stuck!

A big soccer match just
ended, and it's total gridlock.

- We have to abort.
- Negative.

This guy is carrying a toxin

that could wipe out half of Europe.

You have no back-up. You
don't even have the cash.

Okay, the boss said to stand down.

Whiskey?

Whiskey?

Whiskey!

Whis...

I hate soccer!

Bonjour. Je m'appelle Jean.

Jean? No. Where's Arthur?

He sent me.

Allez.

Arthur, uh... Arthur didn't
say anything about any...

Anybody else coming in on this.

- Oh.
- He's clean.

Okay, so where's the money?

- It's nearby.
- "Nearby"?

N-No, no, this is supposed
to be a simultaneous exchange.

It's okay. I leave.

No, no, no, no.

The virus is extremely dangerous.

Do not take the vial out of the case.

Wait!

Hey!

Freeze!

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"City of Love" my ass.

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So that's why my badge is
a tiny bit bigger than most.

Yeah, it's a true story. Oh, h-hold on.

Hey, hey, there he is. There is the man!

How you feeling?

Oh, I feel great. I feel awesome.

Really?

No, Ray, I feel like I got shot.

Hey, look, not to be that guy,

but you should have listened to me.

I'm the only one who was authorized

to make the exchange.

Ray, I don't know why
you're coming in hot.

I broke protocol.

I took a bullet, okay?

I'm not saying it was your fault.

- Really?
- No.

'Cause it kind of might
have been my fault.

What?

I was leaving this girl's apartment,

and I got a little turned around.

Was she worth me almost getting killed?

Nope.

Will, look, I'm... I'm sorry, okay?

Let me make it up to you.

You know that little
cottage I have in Lyon?

Well, let's go down there and relax.

We can eat a bunch of
cheese and just bro out.

Ray, I'm too bruised to bro out.

Oh, and, uh, thanks
for telling everybody

that this definitely wasn't my fault.

Wasn't my fault. Hmm.

What's up, playa?

"Playa"?

Have you been drinking?

Are you buzzy right now?

You know it!

Guess who just talked a psychopath

into releasing a school bus
full of terrified children?

- You did!
- I did!

Oh, man, I hate that you're
there having fun without me.

Then move back home to New York!

It'd be good for you.

I know. You're right.

You're right.

Do you think she misses me?

Want my professional opinion?

Should I text her?

I mean, I know I-I shouldn't...

I shouldn't text her, but
I really want to text her.

Listen, I get it.

There are a lot of feelings here.

But what did we decide
about your feelings?

Right, I have my feelings.

My feelings don't have me.

Yeah, so just keep taking
it one day at a time.

Listen, I will call you later,

and we will eat ice cream
on the phone together.

Uh, affirmative.

Yes, we'll... we'll
pursue that plan of action.

I know that tone!

Did the boss catch you?

- Affirmative.
- Agent Chase?

Sir?

In my office.

Yes, sir. I got to go.

Bye!

I think you've earned some time off.

Well, sir, I'd rather stay in the game.

When I got hit in Iraq, I was
out on the next patrol, sir.

I'm not worried about the bullet.

I'm worried about your...

Have a seat.

I understand you and
your fiancée, Gigi,

recently parted ways.

Yes, we did end things.

It was mutual.

Mostly from her side, but I'm
totally fine with it, so...

Then why the 2:00 a.m.
e-mails to the other agents

requesting suggestions for
your "break-up playlist"?

I was leaning a little
hard on the Bonnie Tyler.

I thought I could use
some fresh eyes, so...

You've also been
calling Dr. Susan Sampson

with some regularity.

We've been close since Quantico.

She's the FBI's top profiler.

Not your personal psychiatrist.

If you're referring to the,
uh, conversation just now

in the toilet, that
was a private moment.

This is the FBI.

There are no private moments.

Look, we all know this was
a pretty rough break up.

It really wasn't that bad. I mean...

Son, we have the footage.

- William...
- Oh, God.

I-I can't do this anymore.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Oh...

See?

It's super fun to watch it happen.

And to feel it all over again.

Will, you're one of our best agents.

And your high emotional intelligence...

Some might call it... "sensitivity"...

Has proven to be a huge
asset to the Bureau.

- Still...
- Sir, please.

Don't bench me.

Okay, Whiskey, I got something for you.

Edgar Standish, NSA analyst.

Standish hacked the State
Department mainframe,

stole classified Intel, and fled.

The Russians grabbed him
up at the Hague airport.

Your mission is to pick
up Standish in Moscow

and bring him back to
Paris within 48 hours.

Yes, sir.

Oh, and thank you, sir.

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I'm on-site for the prisoner pickup.

I'm so jealous they gave you the 'rari.

When do I get the 'rari?

Uh, when you learn how
to drive a stick, Ray.

Mm.

Any sign of the target?

Negative.

Evening, sir.

What is your pleasure?

Uh, bourbon. Single barrel, please.

Just for you, I'll make
sure it's old enough to vote.

Appreciate it.

Here we go.

Kentucky's finest, yes?

- Thank you.
- That sounds lovely.

I think I'll have the same.

Hello.

Hey.

Did you make a friend?

I'm Dr. Valerie Tine.

You did.

You made a sexy British friend.

I'm here for a conference.

Art history.

Nice to meet you, Dr. Tine.

Likewise.

Dude, we're five out on the pickup,

so can you get rid of her?

Uh, do the... the
boring-ass salesman guy.

I love that guy.

Rick Restoosha!

Rainbird Sprinkler Systems.

Yeah, I'm here bidding
on the new sprinkler array

at the Karamozoff chrome factory.

Ah, how interesting.

Yeah, I know. I know.

Sprinklers... you turn
'em on, they sprinkle.

Game over, right? Wrong.

No, there's so much
more... Pressure quotients,

volume differentials, spray
radius to say the least...

You're putting me to sleep.

Uh, we use a hot molding
process that folds and forms.

Ah, you get the idea.

Nice!

Sorry.

I, uh... I probably shouldn't be out.

I...

I just broke up with my boyfriend.

Yikes. Pull the ripcord.

It's time to get back to work.

What, uh... What was his name?

Agent, do not empathize.

Hugh.

It's just, you spend all
that time with someone,

you think you know what
the... future's going to be,

- and...
- Then it doesn't turn out like that.

No.

Well, look, you're still here.

You're still whole. Right?

Just remember... You have your feelings.

Your feelings don't have you.

Trust me. I know.

Oh, I know you know.

Son of a bitch!

You shot them!

Did you shoot me?! I don't want to die!

Wait, okay, I'll go with you.

The target's been compromised.

What? How?

It'll be in the report, Ray!

Oh, come on.

You're right. My fault.

Ray, I'm eastbound on Petrovka.

Uh, I have no idea where that is.

Uh, should I put on a seatbelt?

Pull over!

Uh, you know this guy?

Just some guy I met in a bar.

I'm a federal agent. Pull over!

No.

What the...

You're driving really
fast and you're shooting?!

Ah, shortcut.

Watch out, watch out, watch
out, watch out, watch out!

Will Chase, FBI.

This guy's relentless.

Toss the keys and exit the vehicle.

Ma'am.

Fine.

You're crazy!

I'll take that.

And whoever's in your ear.

Whiskey?

- Whiskey?
- Bye, Ray.

Whiskey!

Whis...

How's everything going in Moscow?

Uh, not great.

Who the hell are you?

Frankie Trowbridge. CIA.

Of course. This is so CIA.

What's that supposed to mean?

Edgar Standish is an American citizen,

which gives the FBI jurisdiction.

But does that matter to you guys? No.

'Cause the CIA is just a
bunch of trigger-happy cowboys

who run around like Rambo
without a jock strap.

Or the female equivalent of jock strap.

Sports bra.

Yeah, thanks.

- Uh-huh.
- Oh, yeah?

Well, the FBI is a troop
of button-down Boy Scouts

who don't have a clue what's going on.

You guys were totally in
the dark about this traitor.

"Traitor"? Okay, yeah,
no, that's hurtful,

and, frankly, I must say, inaccurate.

First, you snatch me up, and
now you're just calling me names.

Okay, yeah, no, that's piling on.

It's... FBI, you want
to jump in here, or...

Do you ever stop talking?

Oh, I'm sorry, am I irritating you?

Is that what's happening?

I will not go quietly,
because silence is complicity.

Great, then tell us why you
hacked the State Department.

- I'm-a pass.
- Which is why this is happening.

Wow, FBI, you just
gonna let her do that?

What do you want me to do, kick her?

Chatterbox here accessed the
names of all our operatives,

their covers, and locations,
then downloaded the data

- onto a microchip.
- Okay, it wasn't a microchip.

It was a tarball, which is
like a really small microchip...

Where is the tarball?!

Y'know what? I'm done talking now.

I'm-a sit back.

I bet you've got a lot of friends.

Yeah, I was prom queen.

A lot of sexual tension in the car.

Meet Dmitri.

Don't try and escape, because
he's just aching to shoot you.

Da. Shoot you.

Agent Trowbridge, I have a warrant

remanding this man into U.S. custody.

Agent Chase, if that data gets out,

it's instant death for
every one of my colleagues.

So he's going to an
off-site outside Nuremberg

for enhanced interrogation.

Excuse me. "Enhanced interrogation"?

Like a CIA black site?

That's... That's...
That's sleep deprivation,

electrodes to the balls, waterboarding.

Will... Can I call you "Will"?

- No.
- Will, you can't let her do this.

Don't worry. I won't.

Okay. All right.

Okay.

Look, as one professional to another,

I should probably apologize,
but if I let you go,

you're gonna cause me problems.

Oh, you're gonna hang onto me?

I love the confidence.

Eh, if you're being
honest with yourself,

you probably shouldn't
have taken an assignment

in your condition.

What condition?

All heartbroken over Gigi.

Oh, yeah, we saw that, too.

So, you're sensitive.

A lot of women would
find that irresistible.

Not me.

Or Gigi, apparently.

That's a little mean.

Even for you.

Hmm.

I'm gonna get you out of here,

but first you need to tell me
the location of that tarball.

Okay, one, we're currently
tied to each other.

Like, our butts are touching.

And, two, that file is the
only thing keeping me alive.

So, nah.

Sir, hi.

I've had to go to the bathroom
since, like, yesterday.

Dmitri... Can I call you "Dmitri"?

- No.
- Dmitri, you seem like a businessman.

Da, business.

You're a mess.

Put these on.

Hey, Standish.

Here's our ride.

It's been a pleasure.

I wish I could say the same.

This isn't over, you and me.

Yeah, it is.

Hands where I can see them.

This is an FBI operation now.

Yeah, well, your target's getting away.

I'm not too worried.

It's fine. Coming back.

We're going to the car.

Let's go to Paris.

Sorry about your boyfriend.

Come on.

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Looks like a checkpoint.

What do you bet they're
looking for three people

in a car riddled with bullets?

Those boys are local militia.

Total dumb-nuts, but if they
make us for the Moscow thing,

they'll kill us.

My blood sugar's crashing.

So, if we're gonna steal a car,

can we, like, boost one
with some snacks in it?

Maybe some cookies?

Lean back.

So is it too soon to talk about

you getting betrayed by your boyfriend?

Dmitri was a mercenary.

I knew that going in.

I bet jackass here just
made him a better offer,

didn't you, jackass?

Okay, the FBI wants to jail me,

and the CIA wants to waterboard me,

I'm gonna do what I gotta do.

So I slipped Dmitri some
Bitcoin on the way to the toilet.

And he took it.

Can't hate a wolf for being a wolf.

Well, we accept the
love we think we deserve.

Wow.

To be clear, I used Dmitri
as much as he used me.

I just don't know how you can make sex

all transactional like that.

It's sad.

I don't do emotional attachments.

I guess that way I don't
get suckered into paying off

someone else's student loans.

Whoa, you paid off Gigi's student loans?

Can you pay off my student loans?

Ah.

- Get in the trunk.
- Oh, come on, man.

Wait, why am I in the trunk?

Student loans, really?

You think I didn't study your file?

Okay, well, what my
file doesn't tell you

is that I believe in love.

So, for me, emotion does enter into it,

and I think... I know...

That I'm a better person and
a better agent because of it.

They just look so happy, don't they?

You want to stick around,
maybe catch the bouquet?

No, we don't have time.

I mean...

Okay, you know what?

Laugh now, but I just figured out

how to get us past that checkpoint.

You up for the "Newlywed Game"?

Always. Better let me drive.

Because I said supposed
to take a right back there.

- I know. Can I look at the map, please?
- No, you can't.

- That's not gonna do you any good.
- Let's do this together.

The whole damn thing's in Russian.

- It's ridiculous.
- I-I can read Russian.

- You can't read Russian, stop.
- Oh, okay, all right.

- What's the purpose of your trip?
- I'm sorry, officer.

We're... We're on our honeymoon,
and in all the excitement, um...

Excitement? He's taking
me cheese tasting.

Because it's romantic!

You see what I'm dealing
with? Your mother was right.

Don't ever talk about my mother.

- Oh.
- Seriously.

Move along.

Babe, it's our first fight!

Oh, my goodness!

You know, for someone who
doesn't do emotional attachments,

you really sold that relationship.

When are you gonna stop
doubting my abilities as a spy?

The gun is because I
don't doubt your abilities.

Good, 'cause now this is happening.

Ah, damn it!

Ow.

Why...

'Sup?

We're crossing borders
on the way to Nuremberg,

so I don't wanna hear
a peep outta you guys.

She got you, too, huh?

You think?

Look, I managed to lift her
cuff keys before I got in.

Problem is, I dropped
them in my front pocket,

and I can't reach them,
so I need you to...

get in there.

Hey.

Yeah, I need some roadside assistance.

That's not my keys.

Yeah, I know that now.

♪ Die rote Tur ♪

♪ Ich streiche sie
ab heute schwarz ♪

♪ Denn alles, was so rosarot war ♪

♪ Ist jetzt schwarz ♪

♪ Oh, sag Mir doch ♪

♪ Was ist mit uns
denn nur gescheh'n? ♪

♪ Warum muss ich jetzt alles
Schwarz in Schwarz nur seh'n? ♪

Excuse me.

You ran out of that
bar without tipping me.

Hi, Jai.

So, after I set you up perfectly,

how do you manage to mangle Moscow?

I didn't "mangle" Moscow.

There may have been a little hiccup.

Really? Just a little hiccup?

Ooh, before we forget,

there's an FBI agent
locked in your trunk.

- Can't hate a wolf for being a wolf.
- For being a wolf.

You keep telling yourself that.

But on the plus side,

I haven't lost control of the target.

Listen, man, I've been
looking for this key forever,

and all I've managed to
do is get to know your body

really, really well.

You got to keep trying, okay?

Because, you know, CIA black site?

True, but if we do this your way,

I still end up in Super Max.

And you end up the hero.

I've always wanted to be the hero.

Is that why you stole the data?

- Edgar...
- Wait.

- I think I got it.
- Get it.

Yeah. All right.

All right. Here you go.

Seriously?

You didn't catch that?

I'm just looking out for you.

I don't need anybody looking out for me.

Really?

Why did you call, then?

Because you're the only one I trust.

Frankie, I love you.

You're loyal and so relentless.

But there's some battles

that you just can't win alone.

I'm not always gonna be here.

- Yeah, you will.
- Of course I will.

But you still need to stop
pushing everyone else away.

Okay.

Standard issue road kit,

weapons, passports, and a few surprises.

You are always two steps ahead.

It is a blessing and a huge curse.

Agent Chase, out of respect,
I've brought you some food.

We did it.

Hey! Hey!

Let me out of here!

This is not over!

Chase.

Chase!

Edgar, the more you tell
me, the more I can help you.

Okay.

So, I was working for
a department of the NSA

called the Smash and Grab Division.

It was our job

to test the other
agencies' computer systems

for weaknesses.

So I wrote a program
that would do it for me.

Only problem was it chewed right through

every other agency's security protocols.

It started making connections,

identifying patterns of corruption.

You mean within the agencies?

Yes!

We're talking rigged
elections, murder for hire,

WMDs being sold on the black market.

Somebody on the inside

is working with the bad guys, okay?

That's the truth.

You're saying you're a whistle-blower.

Yes, I-I didn't know who I
could trust with what I found.

Anybody could have been bent.

The NSA Director. Frankie. You.

Okay, not you.

You got this whole Captain
America thing going on.

But literally anybody else.

So you were trying to be a hero.

Will, I was never gonna sell the data.

I was trying to protect it.

Uh-huh. Hi.

Ooh, sorry, yeah.

Okay.

Look, you got to trust me.

Susan Sampson.

Hey, I need some information.

"Oh! Hello, Susan. I'm fine.

I know I've been AWOL for 36 hours,

and I'm sure you were worried sick,

but that's just how I roll."

Sorry. I got sandbagged
by this CIA operative.

She's relentless.

Her name's Frankie Trowbridge.

Are we all right? Are we good?

- What's she saying?
- Shh.

Frankie...

Francesca Trowbridge.

Codename, Fiery Tribune.

Only child.

She studied abroad.

Her parents were coming
out for a surprise visit

when they were killed
in a terrorist attack.

Okay, so, cataclysmic loss.

Probably blames herself.

Definite fear of intimacy

and need for retribution...
Which has served her well.

She's got the highest
kill or capture rate

of any spy at the CIA.

Well, it's a good thing I shook her.

Based on her profile, I've
come to two conclusions...

One, I kinda want her
to be my new best friend.

And two, I don't think you... her.

- Wil... you...
- Wait, what... you're breaking up, I...

I said, "I don't think you shook her."

Geez.

Miss me?

How?

Micro-tracker.

Very fancy.

Mm, we have all the coolest toys.

See, and I thought we were
just having a tender moment.

Oh, I have your tender moment.

Right here.

Stand down.

Yeah.

No.

That's my gun, by the way.

Will, who are you talking to?

Is that her?

Put me on speakerphone!

Agent Trowbridge?

Susan Sampson, FBI.

It is great to meet you over the phone.

Oh, you're the mind hunter,
out of the New York Office.

- Yeah!
- I'm a big fan!

I loved your work on the
serial killer out of Denver.

Oh, thanks!

You know, I was looking at your file...

I'm sorry, is this going anywhere?

Hang on.

You guys have been made.

There's a bounty out on you.

Grab teams are lining up at
every station as we speak.

We got to get off this train.

We got three, maybe four hitters.

"Hitters"? They're gonna kill us?

We're gonna be fine. I got the kid.

You catch the sidelines.

Try this.

- Good call.
- Yeah.

Where's the kid?

Okay, let's, uh... Let's hold on.

They start firing, you run.

Yeah, okay.

Well done.

You, too.

Okay, now, let's get out of here.

Taxi!

Down!

Hey.

Just go. I'm fine.

Yeah, you look fine. Here we go.

Hey, Ray, sorry for the pop in.

- Will?
- Hey, do me a favor.

Cuff him to something.

Again?

And you remember my
sexy British friend here?

She'd say "hi," but
she's lost a lot of blood.

There you go.

All right, let's see what we got here.

Well, the good news is
it's a through and through.

And the bad news?

There doesn't always
have to be bad news.

Here, here, here.

Yep.

I will, uh... I'll call for a medic.

No, it can't wait.

A piece of her shirt
went in with the bullet.

If I don't get it out
now, it'll go septic.

I'll get some towels.

Septic? You said there was no bad news.

Yeah, I thought you'd
be unconscious by now.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

- You're not gonna cut into me with that thing!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Stop. Look at me.
Look at me. Look at me.

Okay. Okay?

Look in my eyes.

Look, this ends one of two ways.

Either you stop me, and
this infection kills you,

- or you let me get in there...
- I could totally bleed to death.

No, stop, stop. Hey, hey.

I'm not gonna let that happen, okay?

Hey, Frankie, you got
to start trusting people.

You think now is a good time

for me to start working on that?

Fair enough.

How about you, uh... How
about you just trust me?

I'd hate to lose you when things
are starting to get interesting.

You better give me a cute scar.

Don't worry. It'll be
a conversation starter.

All right.

One, two...

Got it.

That'll heal up nicely.

Ooh, looks like I'm a
little late on the towels,

but I did call for backup.

Great. Thank you.

We, uh... We really
messed up your Sunday, huh?

Are you kidding, man?
I'm just glad you're okay.

You don't have to worry
about all that stuff.

Ah, did we, uh,
interrupt something, huh?

No, no.

No, no, no. I was, uh...

Raymond, Mon Cher, I'm back.

Oh, I'm starving, and I
brought some things for din...

William.

Oh, hell, no.

How long?

How long?!

S-Seven months.

Seven...

No, no, no, no. Listen, listen.

Look, just know, as
disappointed as you are in me,

I'm even more disappointed in myself.

Were you coming from
her new place that day?

That day I got shot?

- Hey! Hey!
- What?!

You said it wasn't my fault!

- Will, stop it!
- Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Seven months.

Come here. Come here.

Agents!

Sir. I can explain.

- See, I didn't know they were coming...
- We had the conversation about my...

I don't care.

Clearly, a lot has transpired
since you disappeared in Moscow.

But, regarding your initial objective,

Edgar Standish,

I am formally taking
you into U.S. custody.

I'm not telling you
where that tarball is.

No need.

The backscatter x-ray
at the Hague airport

picked up a dental implant in
your second mandibular molar.

But your service record says

that you've never even
had so much as a cavity.

Let's take a look at that tooth.

How about we don't?

Sir, what are you doing?

Open your mouth.

Open your mouth.

Oh, thank you.

Since I'm feeling generous,

I'll leave whatever
this is out of my report,

and I'll take Standish to Paris myself.

Keys.

Sir, as the arresting agent,

protocol requires that I
bring the suspect in myself.

Why do you always have to
be such a damn boy scout?

Sir, uh...

"Caute."

What?

His ring.

It's my family motto.

It's Latin.

For "caution."

You sent the text.

You didn't want me
to collect that Ebola.

No.

I needed Ray to get it.

And I could easily take it
from the evidence locker.

You've been selling the
weapons that we seize.

That's why you sent me to get Standish.

You knew that with the data he had,

he could expose you as a...
As a traitor and a thief.

What? No, hold on.

I don't understand.

You can't be stealing.
I mean, I would know.

I am the head of the
evidence response team.

And you never check the seals, Ray.

Why else would I keep
an idiot like you around?

Unh-unh.

And now, because of you,

I'm gonna have to kill all these people.

Let's... Let's leave them out of this.

This is between you and me.

Too late.

Goodbye, Whiskey Cavalier.

You okay?

Nice kick.

Welcome home, agents.

I want to thank you for stopping

a grievous threat to our great country.

Of course, officially,
none of it ever occurred.

I'm sorry.

Are you saying you're just gonna

sweep all this under the rug?

That's not what he said.
You need to listen more.

Don't tell me what I need to do.

We're not sweeping it under the rug.

See?

I have a new assignment for you.

Forgive me, though.

I just don't understand why
you're not currently in prison.

Yeah, no, I'm a hero
now. Pretty cool, right?

- There he is!
- Hey!

Welcome home.

Oh, thank you.

- Dr. Sampson?
- Agent Trowbridge.

Pleasure to meet you in the flesh.

We are touching. Do you guys feel this?

I don't want to interrupt,

because this is powerful chemistry,

but could somebody please tell me

exactly what we're doing here?

They're sending us to track
a sleeper cell in London.

Getting on a plane right now.

- Wait, whoa, now now?
- Yeah.

No, guys, these shoes are monk straps.

- I can't fly in these.
- Uh, Will, flag on the play...

Jai needs to go shoe shopping.

Come on, now. How about
some mutual respect.

As of today, we are all
officially working together.

As a team.

- Led by me.
- Led by me.

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