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And if you saw the People's
Choice Awards last night,

you saw a heck of a
lot of this guy's face.

Here's the number one
single in the country right now,

What are you working on?

Oh, I'm, um... I'm writing a
new song for my grandma.

I told her, if I won a
People's Choice Award,

I would write her a new song.

I guess I got a
lot of work to do.

That's really sweet.

Yeah, well, she worries about
me after those recent threats.

I told her, as long as I got JJ as my
bodyguard, nothing's gonna happen to me.

Just glad the CIA
gave you some time off.

That's right.

I'm gonna take a leak.
You want anything?

Uh, maybe a water
on your way back.

Oh, anything for the
man who protects me.

Anything? I'd like you to
teach me how to play guitar.

What, with those ham hands?
Just think about playing the tuba.

Really think I
can play the tuba?

You crack me up, JJ.

What a cute little dick.

Water?

- I couldn't help but overhear.
- Thank you.

Aah! Son of a...

Aah! Are you kidding me?

JJ, it's Sophie.

Coming in for extraction now.

Brace for impact.

Hey, not my People's Choice.

- Sophie?
- I got you.

It's gonna be okay.

How'd you know what
they were planning?

That's not important.

So for the last time, can I go to the
homecoming dance with Ryan this Saturday?

Sorry.

You've got underwater
training scheduled.

What are you doing?

- Hey, Sophie?
- Hmm?

I can't go to the
dance with you.

I asked Olivia Rodrigo.

Hmm.

Wait.

No!

That was weird.

Here you go, Oz.

All right. Yeah.

Hey, Blueberry.

There you go, pal.

You're looking very
handsome today.

Sophie, food's getting cold.

Made your favorite... scones.

But muffins are my favorite.

I tried making muffins,
but they didn't rise.

And now they are scones.

What is going on with your hair?

Still got bed head.
Supposed to be out the door.

It's fine. I have free
period this morning,

then seminar advisory,
which I can just blow off.

No, blowing off is a bad habit.

I'm not letting you
start bad habits.

I need you there at 0900.

- Did you hear me, young lady?
- Mm-hmm.

Is that a "mm-hmm" like you heard
me or a "mm-hmm" like "shut up"?

Yes, I will be there at 0900.

Geez, just 'cause you
think you can act like my dad

doesn't mean that
you are my dad.

'Cause you are not.

- Hey.
- Hey, babe.

- How are you?
- Well, we finally got here and settled in.

The people are so great.

And, boy, did they need us.

Nurses for Global
Health to the rescue.

What's Rwanda like?

It's unbelievable.

But how about you?
How's everything?

- Hi, Mom.
- Hey, sweetheart.

Don't feed your scones to Ozzie.

And we have
practice today... 1600.

Yes, drill sergeant.

It's called "four o'clock."

So, how's it really going?

I mean, my suggestions
used to be considered useful,

my jokes funny.

Today, after I simply reminded
her of the importance of punctuality,

she reminded me
that I am not her dad.

But no, it's fine.

I'm not her real dad.

I'm just...

I don't know.

You have her training every day.

Try asking her what she
wants to do for a change.

Sophie loves the dojo.

- It's her thing.
- Her thing or yours?

Just ask her.

She might really
appreciate that.

She's changing, JJ.

Be patient.

Perimeter?

Looks good.

Bobbi, can you show
me the close camera?

And someone needs to
finish these scones that I baked

for my little girl who
fed 'em to the dog.

These are pieces of my heart that
you're leaving on this plate, people.

I'll take one. Thank you.

Connelly.

What?

I'm on Lipitor. I'm allowed.

We got a bogey, six o'clock.

Well done, Christina.
You're clear to proceed.

Copy that. Wish you
were with me, friend.

All right. That's the
air-gapped server.

Gonna need some
help here, Bobbi.

- What do we got?
- Looks like the lock's a JET-08.

Sending data package now.

Christina, we got another
bogey approaching, ten o'clock.

Time to see if Kim's informant's
right and the data's actually here.

Good Lord. We got seven
more bogeys approaching.

Thirty seconds out.

Need more time.

- Christina, get out of there. Now!
- No, JJ, wait.

Christina, you've got this.

Got it. Got weapons
locations scattered globally.

I said move, damn it!

Almost done.

Three. Two.

One.

Hey. Good work, JJ.

Thanks.

- Little touch and go there, but...
- No, I mean the scones.

At first, I was disappointed the
raisins wasn't chocolate chips.

I was like, "Where the
chocolate chips at?"

'Cause all the scones I had
had chocolate chips before.

But then, about the fourth
bite, I was like, "Damn!"

They're currants. Thank you.

Uh, you okay?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

'Cause, uh, you're sweating like
you're going through menopause.

Christina had that, and
you almost shut it down.

But I didn't, did I?

Sir? You wanted to see me?

I heard we were
successful. Congrats.

Yeah. Thank you.

So, what did this data reveal?

At the end of the Cold War,
when the Soviets were falling apart,

the KGB set out to hide weapons all around
the world for a potential first strike.

Suitcase nukes, each
weighing less than 50 pounds.

Portable so they can be moved

but carrying a blast
capability of one kiloton.

In 1973, NATO intelligence
intercepted a top secret Soviet document

containing activation
codes for these weapons.

But these weapons
could not be found.

Over a hundred
nukes went missing.

So, hopefully, this data that you helped
retrieve will tell us where they are.

- I'm glad that tip worked out.
- Yes.

Finding them.

Acquire and neutralize.

Getting you back
in the field, JJ.

I need you to
finish this mission.

You know I can't do that, sir.

When I moved here
three years ago, I made...

Yeah, I know.

You made a promise.

No more fieldwork, focus
more on intel and family.

I just want to live long enough to
walk Sophie down the aisle one day.

Fieldwork is behind
me. I've changed.

Oh, quit the crap, JJ.

I need my number one bull
elephant heading this mission.

And Connelly can't do it.

He scheduled a colonoscopy.

He already picked up
the gallon of orange goo,

and he has to be near a
latrine for the next 48 hours.

Sir, I just want to serve
my country peacefully

and be the best father...

the best guardian I can be.

Scone?

They're sugar-free, but you'd
never guess if I didn't tell you.

They're really good.

Wait.

Oh, God.

- He's so good.
- So good.

That's the stuff,
Ryan. Thank you.

Thank you, Dr. Brookey.

Thank all of you.

Your focus this week
has been very impressive.

National choir rankings
come out tonight,

and the top five schools
will be invited to tour Italy

with a command
performance at the Vatican.

Fingers crossed.

See y'all tomorrow. Thank you.

- Nice going, Ryan.
- Good job, man.

All right.

Oh, you killed it.

Awkward.

- Sorry.
- Thank you, Sophie.

I appreciate that. Hey,
you sounded great.

Oh, God.

Sophie, wait up.

Hey, I'm trying out for
the play next Thursday.

Want to help me run some lines?

I got to learn some
Italian for this one.

Mm, accent's a little
Super Mario, but it's not bad.

- But I can't.
- Hey, Soph.

JJ's making pasta
and wants me home.

He sure does love to cook.

Collin, how long
have we been friends?

Since the first
day you got here.

You were the only one
who showed me around.

Well, that's 'cause I felt bad.

I mean, look at you.

That hideous smile?
You're doomed.

Okay. Seriously, I
need your opinion.

Do you think Ryan would say yes if I
asked him to the homecoming dance?

You and Ryan?

Shouldn't he be asking you?

Well, he barely knows who I am.

I had a dream I asked
him, but it didn't go so well.

Look, I like the
guy, but he's a jock.

The only reason why he joined choir
is because our football team sucks

and it's the only way
for him to meet girls.

Well, it worked.

He's got style. He's smart.

Smart? FYI, he drops his pants all the
way to the ground when he's at the urinal.

That's completely unnecessary.

Come on. For real.

Of course he'd say yes.

He'd be an idiot not to.

Thanks.

See ya.

I'm going to need
that thumb drive.

The drive.

The real one.

I'll give your best to JJ.

Toodles.

Come on. Got to land that.

Look, I'm done, okay?

It's 5:30, and
I've got stuff to do.

Like what? Catching
up on your Snapchat?

Yeah, I wish I could, but my iPhone
is so old it overheats after three texts.

Keep your grades up, then
maybe for your birthday.

Come on, another set.

It's the only time
we get to hang out.

No, I can't, okay? I just...

I've got too much homework.

If you want to be a great
agent, you got to put in the time.

Yeah, well, I have other interests
now that also require my time.

You used to really want to be an
agent. It's all you ever talked about.

Yeah, well, I also wanted
to be Dora the Explorer.

I've changed.

Okay? And so have you.

I mean, being in the field
is all you used to talk about,

and now you prefer
making pasta and scones.

Well, I think it's just another excuse
to skip practice and take the easy road.

And you're not hitting your high
kicks, your punching speed is slow,

and I haven't seen you pick
up a knife in like three weeks.

Okay, I take back
the knife comment.

But everything
else still stands.

Sophie.

Wait.

Hey. I'll tell you what.

Tomorrow's Saturday.
Forget practice.

What would you like to do?

Whatever. Can go to a museum,
catch a movie, whatever you want.

Oh, my God, my
choir is top five.

Oh, my God, I'm going to Italy.

Oh, I'm going to Italy!

Italy!

Chaperoning? You're serious?

Yeah. Kim approved it.

Well, just say you can't do it.

Like a normal dad who can't
take you to your first concert

because he's suddenly too
busy with his second family

that's no longer a secret.

Wow. That's specific.

Look, I became an analyst so I could
be your eyes and ears as a partner.

But the last few years, you, the
badass, has become an analyst, too.

And now I just help Connelly,

who, like, never invites
me to his trivia nights.

- Have you been invited?
- Mm...

It's like I don't
even recognize you.

You just sit there like an
avocado getting older and softer.

- Because I'm chaperoning a trip?
- Yeah.

You're sounding kind of sexist.

I can't hear you...
over your vagina!

Sorry, was that too sexist?

Why don't you go
cry about it to HR?

Enjoy your trip.

Ugh. Connelly.

Lot of vagina talk.

I know.

So, chaperone?

I chaperoned three Boy Scout overnights
with my son. They're a piece of cake.

Really? Got any advice?

It's kind of an
important trip for us.

Trick is you got to give them a taste
of adulthood but with a safe perimeter.

- What do you mean?
- You're going to Europe, right?

- Yeah.
- On a field trip.

Let her let her hair down.

Let her stay up past her bedtime,
run in a field, taste some wine.

Surprise her. Open up the rules.

And the clincher... if you can
make her friends like you, you're in.

You'll be your kid's hero.

- Her friends, huh?
- Yeah.

Yeah, all right.

Gather in your assigned groups,
and let's get this show on the road.

- How do you know your group?
- Don't you read the emails?

- What emails?
- Geez.

I also texted you a list
of some ground rules.

- Ground rules?
- Yes.

I think some basic
guidelines are in order

if this is going to be a
successful trip for you and me.

- "We are not roommates"?
- Correct.

I will be sharing a
room with my friends.

Visiting hours are
limited to one hour a day."

Which brings us
to our next rule.

For God's sake. Do I just
constantly embarrass you?

Not constantly.

- Nice fanny pack, by the way.
- Thank you.

You must be JJ.

I'm Nancy Buck, the
new vice principal.

I'll be traveling with
you, helping out.

Let me introduce you
to the other chaperones.

JJ, meet Linda, Ted, Z,
Sharonne, Alex and Sam.

Hey.

Linda and Alex
have done two tours,

so when you need help,
don't hesitate to ask.

- We've got your back.
- All right.

Now, I think I got this.

Oh, he's got this.

JJ's a G-man. Works
for the government... CIA.

I'm just an analyst now.

You've probably seen it all, JJ.

Yeah, pretty much.

So you know what to do when a kid
cries all night because he's homesick?

Or when someone from Linda's group crawls
into bed with someone from Alex's group?

Or when a girl
from your own group

gets her period and
has run out of tampons?

That's a trick question.

'Cause we don't talk about periods
because they're embarrassing and private.

You think the female
body is embarrassing?

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Oh, my God.

I mean, uh, no.
No, of course not.

Pass. Next question.

- Are you sure you can handle this?
- Yes, ma'am.

Good. These kids
are at a tricky age.

Raging hormones,
poor impulse control.

Plus, the numbers are
stacked against us 15 to one.

So stay frosty, soldier boy,
because if you can't hack it,

I will dump your ass from
chaperone to the shadow tour

with the other loser parents
who want to stay in the nicer hotels

and sip chardonnay
from a distance.

The ones who are too
afraid to get their hands dirty

in the crap bowl
of American youth.

I did not love
that conversation.

So, my name is JJ,
and I'm your chaperone.

Okay. Huddle up, guys. Come on.

All right, for this mission, our
squad's going into foreign territory,

so to succeed, we're
gonna have to maintain

a high level of
situational awareness.

Which means we're gonna
have to look out for each other.

Hey, can you put
that down, please?

Sorry.

But I really wanted us to get off on
the right foot, so I brought you guys

some fresh-baked cookies...

and some White Claws.

Hey, we're gonna get so wasted.

What the hell are you doing?

You want to get us kicked off this
trip? You cannot give these kids alcohol.

It's not real.

I had Langley fabricate the
cans with some carbonated water.

Well, that's putting our
tax dollars to good use.

What were you thinking?

First of all, you
don't pay taxes.

Second, I just want us to have a good
time and I want your friends to like me.

You don't have
to walk me in, Dad.

Ah, of course I do. I'm not
gonna see you for ten whole days.

Give me a kiss. Come on.

- Dad.
- Oh, don't Nemo me.

Kiss me on the cheek, or so
help me, when this bus pulls away,

I will run after you screaming,

"Hey, Collin, you forgot
your diarrhea medication!"

- Okay. Okay.
- All right.

There you go. Was that so hard?

Please, Dad, stop.

Okay, one-one more, one more.

- Bye, Dad.
- Goodbye.

Oh, I have something
more to tell you.

- Bye, Dad.
- Okay.

What? There's nothing wrong
with expressing your feelings.

What about expressing your
saliva all over Collin's cheek?

My son is the reason I
agreed to give you this time off.

I want you to keep an
eye on him. He's sensitive.

This is gonna be the first time
Collin hasn't slept in his own bed

since his mom died
three years ago.

Don't worry. He'll
be in good hands.

What's up with the
Peppa Pig scrubs?

You know, Collin still
thinks I'm a pediatric nurse.

When are you gonna tell him that you're
the head of covert operations for the CIA?

Keeping him in the
dark keeps him safe.

And I trust you told
Sophie not to tell him?

- Yeah. Many times.
- I got to go.

Have fun with the choir, JJ.

Thanks, Chief.

Was that as bad as it felt?

A man making out with his son?

No, it wasn't great.

Collin!

I love you!

He's so embarrassing.

Collin!

I'll be right back.

I got to run to the store
and buy some tampons.

Acknowledge me!

Are you guys seeing
this? St. Mark's.

It was consecrated over
a thousand years ago.

And, uh, that's...

that's the doge's palace, apparently
Venice's most iconic landmark.

And I'm having an
affair with Lady Gaga.

I can say this because
no one's listening or cares.

Maybe they're all wasted
from the fake White Claws.

Funny.

Here. I got you something.

I know it's not your birthday,

but I wanted to wait till
we got here to give you this.

- Really?
- Open it.

It's not an iPhone,
but this is better.

Enhanced tracking, satellite capabilities,
a stun light and a built-in Taser.

And the best thing about
this... when you're done with it,

just throw it away.

You got me a used burner phone.

Maybe I can use it to buy
some meth or order a hit man.

Don't be ridiculous.

If you need a hit man,
come to me for the referral.

I got you a spare battery.

Now, Langley puts E-tags on these
so they can track them if they're lost.

Don't even think about losing
it, 'cause those are expensive.

You're welcome.

Hi, JJ.

Second-guessing your
decision to come on this trip?

No, not at all, although... it
is a little like herding kittens.

How is it anything
like hurting kittens?

No, herding.

Herd-ing kittens.

Ah. 'Kay.

Anyway, we made it, and
as long as bed check was fine

and the kids are all
squared away, we are good.

Yep. All good.

Great. Just remember I
need your bed check roll call

emailed to me every
night at 10:00 sharp.

I've got a lot of nervous
parents that I need to keep happy.

Got it. Ten sharp.

- Have a good night, then.
- Good night.

Bed check.

Oh, God.

Bed check.

Oh, God.

Oh, no.

Bed check.

Sophie?

Bed check.

Spin the bottle?

Throw those bottles
away. Start cleaning up.

Fiona, you okay?

I can't believe you guys
went out and got beer.

I'm coming in. Whoever's in
there better have clothes on.

What is going on here?

Um, we're just rehearsing.

It is 10:05, JJ.

Where's my bed check update?

This will be a final reminder that there
will be zero tolerance for missing curfew.

Yeah, no, that's on me.

I mean, failing to prepare
is preparing for failure.

- It won't happen again.
- I hope not.

Please don't have me
do your job for you again.

- Back to your rooms, everyone.
- Okay. Come on, guys. Let's go.

This is your fault.

You got us in trouble.

- I got you out of trouble.
- Really?

You drew the vice principal straight
to us because you forgot to do your job.

And I could've turned you in
to Cruella de Nancy, but I didn't.

You're the one that snuck out,
and you're getting mad at me?

Yes, because I was this
close to having my first...

Okay.

I did nothing wrong.

You have got to
give me some space.

Well, I can't.

Because you asked me to
come, and now I've got a job to do.

JJ, I am going to
have fun on this trip,

and if you're going to get in my way,
then consider yourself the opposition.

The opposition? Really? Me?

Do you know who
you're talking to?

I'm an Army Ranger who
survived five tours of duty.

I can survive one choir tour.

You know how Christina
was supposed to bring

that thumb drive to
the Berlin embassy?

- Yeah.
- She never arrived.

Get me chief of station Berlin.

All right, we've got an hour till
the buses leave for Florence.

- Let's pack 'em and stack 'em.
- Yes, ma'am.

Hey.

Do you guys want to sneak out
tonight when we get to Florence?

You're not worried about
getting in trouble again?

Oh, come on. It'll be fun.

Yeah, 'cause statistically,
we've only gotten in trouble

one out of one times
on this trip so far.

Guys, if you look out to the left,
you will see the Santa Maria Novella.

It says that it was built in
the first half of the 13th century

and it's considered one of
the most important points

of religious and
artistic interest in Italy.

And hey, if you look to the
right, you will see the Duomo.

Uh, there it is. There it is.

I can't actually... can't believe
that we're here seeing that.

You see that, guys?

Right over there? Look
how amazing that is.

Are you guys excited
to see that? I am.

Hey, guys.

Let's turn in early so we're
fresh for tomorrow, all right?

Okay, JJ. By the way, I
enjoyed your guided tour.

I had no idea the Duomo
took 142 years to build.

Thanks, Collin.

Don't be such a kiss-ass.

He was terrible.

That guided tour took
142 years off my life.

I know, but the best way to sneak
past the warden is to be his best friend.

What was he so cheery about?

Good question.

So, how late is this place open?

I don't know.

But I do know it has
the best gelato in Italy.

It's the perfect place to
ask Ryan to homecoming.

Oh, geez.

Please, Collin.

I need you to do this for me.

I'll owe you forever.

Whoa.

I have a camera in the
plug and one in the vent.

What's he doing?

A tracker.

Not as smart as
you think you are, JJ.

Where'd you learn
how to do all this?

Ironically, he taught me.

That's so cool.

- Really?
- Yeah.

My dad's totally boring.

What are you talking
about? Your dad's...

probably cooler
than you think he is.

Unlikely.

It's almost time for bed check.
It's now or never. I got to get ready.

What about JJ? He leaves his
door open. How do we get by?

Trust me.

I know all his moves.

Follow me.

Hey, come on, man. You got this.

Oh, God.

Damn.

- How'd you find the trackers?
- Nanny-cammed you.

- Nice.
- How'd you get us?

- Trip-wired the boys' door.
- Not bad.

Now, why don't you guys turn
around and go back to your rooms.

No, I mean it. Now.

Sorry, guys.

All right, I'll tell you what.

I'll let you guys stay up
a little past your bedtime.

There is 40 minutes to curfew.

If you guys promise to be back
in your rooms in 35 minutes,

I'll pretend like
I didn't see you.

Thank you, Mr. Jones.
Hey, you're pretty cool.

Yeah.

Pretty cool.

How much do I owe you?

There it is. Just ahead.

What? Oh.

Oh, no. I totally left my
medicine back at the hotel.

I better go get it.

It's for worms.

I got pinworms from my dog.

But don't worry, the medicine's working
and I'm turning the corner on the worms.

My butt hardly
itches at all anymore.

I'll catch up with you later.

- That was weird.
- Yeah.

I'm never gonna live that down.

Now say exactly what
I say to the server.

That's dope. I didn't know
you could speak Italian.

Well, yeah.

Uh, I didn't,
either, till just now.

Oh, maybe if you helped
me rehearse for the play,

you'd know I learned some
Italian. Now, tell the server...

So cool. Hey, listen, I'll
get the next one, okay?

The next one?

Yeah.

I like hanging out with you.

Let's take a pic. Come on.

Hey, something's really wrong.
I'm so sorry, but I'll be right back.

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Sorry. Scusa.

Oh, damn it.

Damn it. How much do I owe you?

Whoa.

Are you okay?

They took Collin.

- Who took Collin?
- I don't know.

How's my little cocoa bean?

We have your son, Mr. Kim.

Come to Rome alone

to the following coordinates
for further instructions.

If you tell anyone,
including the CIA,

we'll know and the boy dies.

- Something just happened.
- Stop.

Nothing over the phone.
Cover Collin's absence.

Get to Rome ASAP. I'll
send you the coordinates.

Don't do or say
anything until I get there.

There's no knowing
who's involved.

Here.

You recognize him.

Yeah. Bishop Crane.

He's as bad as they come.

Assassination,
extortion, trafficking.

There's nothing he
won't do for money.

Why would he want
to kidnap Collin?

JJ, what are you not telling me?

We were in the
Special Forces together.

Crane was the new guy in an elite
unit doing drug interdiction in Colombia.

He sold us out to the
cartel, made millions.

Your unit?

I was the only one who survived.

Whoa.

I'm sorry.

If Crane is involved, whoever
he's working for is very powerful.

I've got to get the other
chaperones to cover for me.

You won't be safe here.

You're coming with me.

Where are we going?

There he is.

Wait.

We got to keep our distance.

He's being watched.

All right, come on.

Get in.

I asked you to do one thing.

One. You failed.

This would've never happened
under the old JJ's watch.

Bobbi? What are you doing here?

I asked her to be here.

I needed a tech, and everybody
knows techs are basically expendable.

Right.

What are you doing here?

- Collin is my friend.
- Yeah.

And if whoever Crane is working for
knows about you, then they know about me.

Which also means
Sophie's at risk.

I can't leave her behind.

Chief, what is that?

About to find out.

Breach NATO vault at Aviano.

Retrieve activation
codes to trade for your son.

Whoa.

Aviano?

It's an air base.

Activation codes?

Christina never made it to
Berlin with that thumb drive.

If these kidnappers
have that drive...

It would mean they would know the
location of a hundred missing nukes.

Why you?

They need someone
who can get in.

My rank with the CIA will grant
me access to any NATO base.

Yeah, but getting into the
vault under heavy security

is gonna be nearly impossible.

Which is why we need
to make one stop first.

Why are you doing this?
We don't have any money.

You know, you remind me
a little of myself at your age.

I hated myself at your age.

All right, listen up, everybody.

There have been a lot
of rumors flying around,

so I wanted to take a
moment to address them.

First of all, everything's fine.

Collin needed to return home
due to a family emergency,

and JJ and Sophie
are accompanying.

I'll keep you all updated.

But in the meantime,
who's excited to go to Rome

and sing at the Vatican?

Yeah.

This is an MI6 safe house.

It's got everything we
need for this mission:

weapons, external
hard drive for the codes.

There's even a surveillance
van in the garage.

Best of all, no
one's here right now.

Day manager is this little old
lady who goes home at 7:00.

You sure we shouldn't loop in CIA,
get support from local authorities?

I'm not risking my son, JJ.

- This is the only way to play it.
- Hmm.

Looks like a pretty solid security
camera system on the perimeter.

Yes, but on the
ground floor only.

We'll break in from
the second story.

Put this on till we're inside.

Okay, we're in and out
in five minutes. Let's go.

The old lady's
got a lot of birds.

Yeah, let's get to work.
But let's be careful.

A lot of these safe houses
are booby-trapped for security.

Got everything?

- Yeah. Let's move.
- Okay.

There's the van.

Just time the gap.

Jump through.

Time the gap?

I need a much
bigger gap than you.

Huh.

How'd the birds get out?

I don't know.

Hey, little guys.

Booby trap!

Get 'em off!

What's that lady
feed these things?

My guess? Nothing!

Oh, thank God.

Oh, shit.

JJ, now!

Who the hell trains
attack finches?

British have a strange
sense of humor.

We better move.

We may have company.

Goodbye, nasty widdle birdies.

Aw, did that hurt
your widdle beak?

Fucker.

- So you're like, what, ten now?
- Fourteen.

Like I said, 14.

Got any boyfriends yet?

Uh...

I don't know, maybe.

Oh. Okay.

I knew it. That's
why I'm an analyst.

Although you got my age wrong.

Here's some advice.

When you go in
for that first kiss,

don't be afraid to
use lots of tongue.

Get sloppy.

- Really?
- Oh, heck yeah.

Be like a cleaner
shrimp in a shark's mouth.

Explore that wet hole
like a blind man's cane.

Wow.

You know, it's really surprising
no one's snatched you up yet.

Yeah, well, I do the snatching.

Hey, did you shut the fan off?

No. Why?

Oh!

This is taking too long.

They're highly trained
professionals. They'll be fine.

They're eating my nipples!

Or maybe not.

- Can I help you?
- Yes.

Kim, CIA. We're here
to see Colonel Minelli.

All right, the vault
with the codes

is in that building.

Bobbi, can you hack through
security and get access?

What, am I new?

And?

- So, what, that's it?
- Of course not.

Let me just whip the spreadsheet
with the detailed plan out of my ass.

Yes, that's it.

Kim, you son of a bitch.

You guys on good terms?

- He's like a brother.
- Oh, that's nice.

In that he hates me, we were
in love with the same woman

and I owe him about eight grand.

Colonel, it's good to see you.

This is my good
friend Colonel Minelli,

who has a lot of trouble
expressing his affection.

And, Colonel, this is my...

stepbrother JJ, who
is loaning us his van,

my stepdaughter Sophie and my...

wife Bobbi.

You're about ten years late.

Did you bring me my money?

Of course.

Welcome, my old friend!

- Benvenuta.
- Mm-hmm.

Benvenuta.

Benvenut... Yeah.

Why did you decide to come
here now after all of these years?

Family vacay.

Heading north to Lake Como.

We thought we'd stop in, say
hello and settle some old business.

But that does not make sense,
because Lake Como is west.

That's what I've
been telling them.

But no, because Mom and Dad
are too busy arguing to listen to me,

and Uncle JJ can't hear anything
because his ears are cauliflowered shut.

Dua Lipa?

Oh, she's good. Yeah.

Okay.

Honey, um, can you two boys
do your catching up quickly?

'Cause Sophie and I
need to use the restroom

and we have those dinner reservations
I've been so looking forward to.

Mm-mm.

Your stepbrother is quite large.

Yes. He used to do MMA,
hence the hearing damage.

Well, you picked
a good day to visit.

Oh? How is that?

Oh, boy.

It's just down the
hall and to the right.

- I'll wait here.
- Grazie.

Okay.

Oh. Electromagnetic
radiation readings.

This must be the server room.

Here.

A way for the men to
blow off some steam.

- I can see that.
- It's good to see you, Kim.

And I'm glad you came
here to finally settle your debt.

Yes, about that...

Nine thousand euros should cover
everything you owe me, plus interest.

I forgot it was that much.
Do you take Discover?

Cash only.

But maybe he can
help pay your debt.

Let's go double or nothing.

We have got to tread water
while Bobbi gets the codes.

Most of the men on this base must
be in here, so it's the perfect diversion.

I'd knock that guy
out in ten seconds.

Negative. You'll engage with
him until I give you the all clear.

You end this fight any sooner,

and you'll be doing desk
duty for the rest of your career.

I want to be on desk duty.

I meant you won't
be doing desk duty

for the rest of your career.

- Is the password working?
- Give me a minute.

Oh, Kim better
be right about this.

Your friend fights like
a gelding, afraid to hit.

Come on, Bobbi.

I'm in.

Hurry. We have
to make this quick.

Oh, we do?

'Cause I thought we could
do a TikTok and have a snack.

Now, JJ. Now.

But I do take traveler's checks.

- What happened? I gave you the signal.
- What-what...

I can't breathe.
It's like a marathon.

Went way longer than I thought.

Three and a half minutes?

Here, let me help you up.

Help me up.

Sir.

- You need to come see this.
- What is it?

It's about the chief, sir.

We think he's gone rogue.

Replay it, please.

The NATO base at Aviano just notified
us that Kim, Jones and Ulf entered the base

- about four hours ago.
- So?

So, apparently, the activation
codes for 100 lost suitcase nukes

just downloaded
from their server.

Satellite imagery is tracking
a van heading to Rome.

Bring 'em all in now.

Get me the DOD. We
have to go to DEFCON one.

Isn't that a bit extreme?

We just found those nukes.

Kim and JJ
supervised the mission.

The CIA will think
we've gone rogue.

- We're as good as dead.
- Had to be done.

Won't be long now.

That's what you
said an hour ago.

Hey, I know this is hard,
but you know the drill.

They'll make contact, show proof
of life, then give us the drop-off.

We'll get Connor.

Collin.

Right.

Oh, my God.

I never should've let you
guys go out unsupervised.

Uh, we were supervised.

You were spying on us, remember?

Apparently not well enough.

Maybe Bobbi's right.

I'm losing my edge.

What happened to it?

I didn't want to be
just that guy anymore.

I wanted to be
something... more.

Here we go.

Oh, my God, he looks so scared.

Okay, that's an industrial
area on the edge of the city.

We can get there in 30 minutes.

Let's roll.

That's the location.

Okay, boys, we're out of sight.

Uh, a few blocks away
from you, and satellite is up.

Any activity visible?

Negative.

That's weird.

No one's been in or out of
there in the last 24 hours.

It's a trap.

Oh, my God.

Kim. Wake up.

Kim!

Where are we?

I have no idea.

I've totally messed this up, JJ.

I put my son in great danger.

I haven't done much better.

Sophie's supposed to be
having the time of her life.

Instead, she's trying to track us
down before we're brutally killed,

saddling her with a
lifetime of debilitating guilt

and unresolved daddy issues
that she'll work out on a pole.

You're right. Yours
is much worse.

Jason Jones.

It's been a minute.

Crane.

You son of a bitch.

What have you done with my son?

He's fine.

But if I were you,

I'd be much more
concerned about... you.

Shoot.

They're gone.

Oh, my God, JJ.

Ugh. Our trackers
have been dumped.

We're blind.

Maybe not.

I hacked JJ's phone in Venice.

And I have advanced
satellite tracking on this.

Okay.

What's this about?

Who are you working for?

Patience.

Looks like you've made
quite a life for yourself, JJ.

Maybe I'll pay them a
visit after you're dead.

Sophie's going to
need a new daddy.

Enough. Time for work.

Nancy?

That's right, Jason Jones.

God, I love this thing.

Find Solo. I am Kylo Ren.

I don't understand.

When did you have
time to color your hair?

I created a character and
infiltrated your world months ago.

That anonymous tip you got on
how to get the weapons cache?

That was me.

I got you to use your own agent
to steal the locations of the nukes.

And then I paid off the choir
board and got your son to Europe.

And that was all it took to get
you to evade your own CIA detail,

to come here and
break into Aviano.

I've embedded myself into
every aspect of your lives.

So it was you who
changed all my passwords?

I haven't been able to
watch DIRECTV for a month.

What? No.

No, you idiot.

That was probably
a program update.

You need to use a two-step
verification process now.

Yeah, it's true.

I had to do that for
all my Google stuff.

You done?

And God forbid you enter
your password wrong.

You can get locked
out of your own phone.

It's facial recognition. Hello,
my face hasn't changed.

I mean... Okay, stopping.

I'm going to need
those codes now.

Where's my son?

First things first.

Get him down.

Never! I...

Yeah. Oh, yes, get me down.

You can't give her those codes.

People will die, Kim.

I'm as good as my
word. A deal's a deal.

It's my boy.

Thank you.

Put him in the car
and get rid of the boy.

No. You gave me your word!

I'm not gonna
kill him. Crane is.

The boy was just bait, and
now you're my insurance.

Don't do this, please!

What are you really up to?

Let's just say this choir
trip has been very helpful.

What is that?

This is a powerful neurotoxin.

Every muscle in your body
will start to slowly seize up...

including, finally,
your diaphragm...

whereupon...

you will suffocate and die.

Enjoy the ride, Jason Jones.

There he is.

- He's barely breathing.
- Start compressions.

Okay.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

What are you doing?

It's atropine and adrenaline.

It'll keep his heart going till his
body can metabolize the toxin.

Well, hurry.

Oh, I don't feel so good.

Is Bobbi okay?

That's a lot of vomit.

- She'll be fine.
- Okay.

Where's Mr. Kim?

Oh, no.

We've got to get to Collin
before Crane kills him.

- What? Oh, God.
- We got to go. We got to go.

Hey. Wake up.

Hey.

Stop. That's not the way
you wake someone up.

You have to say their name.

Bobbi, wake up.

Bobbi, wake up!

Bobbi.

- Yes, yes.
- Bobbi.

- Help me.
- Let's go.

My arms and my legs
aren't working too good.

Yeah, and my face is killing me.

Did you see or hear
anything when you were dead?

Just the sound of you barfing.

You're gonna have to drive.

I can't drive if I'm gonna hack
traffic cameras to find Crane.

Well, I can't drive.

- I can drive.
- Negative.

We don't have time
to argue about this, JJ.

- I'm taking driver's ed soon.
- Yeah, in two years.

You've let me steer.
You know I can do this.

Okay. Okay, go for it.

You'll be fine.

Punch it, Chewie.

Your left!

- Whoa!
- On your right!

Oh, my God!

Good luck in driver's ed.

That's not helping.

- Does this go on my insurance?
- Reverse.

Go, go, go!

Not one word.

You did that on purpose.

- Did not.
- Can you guys cut it out?

I got a hit on their plate
from a traffic camera.

Satellite's tracking 'em
north through Chianti.

No!

Sorry, kid.

Run!

You're gonna tell
me Nancy's plan.

What's wrong, JJ?

Neurotoxin got you down?

Oh, look. I forgot I had this.

Oh, come on! Let me do it.

No! I've seen you drive.

Why is she trying to kill you?

Aah! Sh...

- Oh, sh...
- Here, you-your turn.

She's trying to kill you,
but she's a terrible shot!

What?

That's Crane's.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

- Other than Bobbi shooting me.
- Sorry.

I'm fine. Can you crack this?

Ugh. With my eyes closed.

Is that how you shoot?

Yeah, it's just so
loud and scary.

Do you want me to do that?

You're doing a terrible
job. It's going to scar.

- I don't care how I look.
- I know.

- How can he just...
- Okay, let's not watch.

I don't believe it. Any of it.

I mean, why would they take
my dad? He's just a nurse.

JJ will find him. I promise.

Ever since my mom died, my
dad's been totally overprotective.

He makes me FaceTime
him anytime I go anywhere.

And if I don't answer,
he FaceTimes my friends.

I know what you mean.

JJ treats me
like I'm still nine.

I mean, he still walks
me to school every day

and tries to put me
on his shoulders.

That's actually kind of cute.

Yeah, well, he's six-five, so one time, I
almost got decapitated by a ceiling fan.

The truth is, your dad is...

just trying to be a good dad.

Maybe JJ is, too.

They just need to realize
we're not kids anymore.

Yeah.

We're not.

Collin, I have to
level with you, okay?

Your dad is the head of
covert operations for the CIA.

What?

And you're not going to believe this,
but Mrs. Buck is actually a terrorist.

Your dad traded
himself in to save you.

Yeah.

It's for real.

How are you so calm?

I'm not.

Thanks for coming to save me.

You would've done
the same for me.

Bring him.

It's somewhere here.

Break it open.

Who are you working for?

Let's just say

I represent a group
of very powerful people

who had their fortune
frozen by your government

and every one of
its corrupt allies.

Oligarchs.

Friends. Patriots.

My husband was one of them.

Leaving him in financial
ruin drove him to his death.

Well, he was married to you, so
that may have also contributed.

I'm going to see to it we get
back all that is rightfully ours

and make those righteous
nations pay, with a little interest.

Suitcase nuke.

Must have been hidden
behind this wall for over 60 years.

And thanks to you, our
ticket to our reparations.

- Why hide it in a church?
- Who would search a church?

Plus, it wasn't necessarily
intended to go off here.

Just to be stored until the
time and moment was right.

You will never
get away with this.

I've searched everything. There's
no clue of where they're headed

- or what they're gonna strike.
- I'm in.

It's not helpful.

It's actually really sad.

I'm gonna try and grab
some sleep on a real bed.

- Good night, guys.
- Good night, Collin.

Night, Collin.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You should try to
get some rest, too.

Can't. I'm not tired.

Collin seems like a nice kid.

Yeah, he's great.

- You know you're torturing him, right?
- What?

You can't tell?

He likes you.

I mean, like-likes you.

You're crazy. He's
one of my best friends.

That's what all cute girls say
about guys they're torturing.

- Do you like him?
- Of course I like him.

But I like-like this
kid named Ryan.

The jock?

Yeah.

For a highly trained operative,
you can be pretty blind.

I'm in.

For real this time.

Emails, texts.

I also found this.

It's about how
Nancy's husband died.

Whoa.

Hey, this is new.

From Nancy. She
sent this two hours ago.

What?

She's gonna detonate a WMD

under Rome's financial district.

We swept the sewers and ran into a
signal coming from behind a locked vault.

It looks like they're protecting a
central hub, just like you suggested.

- Have you breached it?
- Technical is setting up now.

We're clear.

Moving in.

There's nothing here. No WMD.

And look at this IED.

It's a fake.

I don't understand.

Seems like you got played.

We'd appreciate it if
you'll settle this game

in your own time, not ours.

Agent Jones just called in a fake
bomb threat under the financial district.

- That makes no sense.
- No, it doesn't.

Maps, fake IEDs. I don't get it.

That email... could it have
been sent to mislead us?

This was all a distraction.

Well, why would she need to
distract us? Where is she really?

I think I know.

We have equipment for the
choir performance to unload.

You'll never get all the way
in... not with the G7 security.

Ordinarily, I'd say that you're
right, but I am not ordinary.

Prego.

Shouldn't we tell
security to clear the area?

Police aren't gonna believe me anymore.
Pretty sure that was part of Nancy's plan.

This place is massive.
My dad could be anywhere.

Wait, your dad's phone...

Crane destroyed it.

Did he carry a spare battery?

Always, for whenever
he was "on call."

And all the phones issued at Langley have
E-tags on their batteries so they can be...

Tracked.

Bobbi, can you look up Kim's phone records
and find his battery's tracking signal?

Yes, but first, I'm gonna need
the Vatican's Wi-Fi password.

No, I'm not. I-I can do
it. What do you think it is?

"Pope"? Probably.

He's so full of himself.

We've cleared the
room. Good luck.

Yeah, si, si. He just
came through here.

Thank you.

Langley just located a
battery signal from Kim.

Quite inspiring, isn't it?

Some of the finest works of
art the world may never see,

stuck here in storage.

Well, this is where your journey
ends and mine is just beginning.

This is a message for the
leaders of the free world.

There is a bomb
under the Vatican.

And we will detonate it if
our demands are not met.

And if you try to leave...

...boom. We've recently
acquired the location

of a hundred nuclear weapons
hidden around the world.

We want $50 billion per G7 country,
or there will be no more G7 countries.

Wire transfer details will
be sent after this message.

You have 30 minutes to comply.

We got to move POTUS now.

Okay, the signal's
getting stronger.

Okay. This is as
far as you two go.

What are you talking about?

- This is way too dangerous.
- But I can help. I...

You guys need to get back
to the choir and warn them.

No, I'm not leaving
here without you.

Hey.

It's been really great being on the same
team with you again the last couple days.

But I need you to let me
go at it alone from here.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

If we survive, the CIA better let us
write about this for our college apps.

Let's go.

You don't have
to do this, Nancy.

What about all our
children up there?

The choir has
served its purpose.

They were just my Trojan horse.

How else could I get
this close to the G7?

My God.

When they announced last spring
that the G7 session would bring together

all of the most corrupt leaders who
destroyed my life to this one spot,

this holiest of places, it
was too perfect to pass up.

As long as those self-righteous
men will listen to reason and pay,

no one needs to
die, except for you.

Okay. You take down the
tough guys, I'll handle Nancy.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

She's a brain, not a fighter.

You can tell by the way she
moves, the way she carries herself,

the way she surrounds herself with
large, attractive men to do her bidding.

Did you hear the part where I said
"large, attractive men to do her bidding"?

That was meant for you.

Move.

Look what I found.

Oh, well, look who's back.

You just won't
die, will you, JJ?

Well, I find your story
fascinating, Nancy.

I'd really like to
see how it ends.

It could end like this.

Ugh.

Come on, old man. Get up.

You fight a lot like your
friends from the platoon.

All cowards.

They begged me not to kill them.

Callahan, Bridges,

even Christina.

Christina?

Yeah.

I planted a copy of the thumb
drive she stole in your home,

along with the gun
I used to kill her.

It's not a good
look for you, JJ.

You were in my home?

I spared the dog
'cause I'm a dog guy.

Oh, and I watered your plants,
you know, 'cause I'm a plant guy.

But Blueberry...

sleeps with the fishes.

Oh, shit.

And he should
not have done that.

Forgive me, Lord, for
what I'm about to do.

Release the kraken.

Crane, if you could please stop
moving, I'd like to shoot JJ now...

See? Totally handled.

Why? I'm already tied up.

Quick, cut me loose.

- I'm going after Nancy.
- Gotcha.

Hey.

- Hey, where were you guys?
- Long story.

Where's Dr. Brookey?

Hey. I really missed you.

Ryan, seriously, okay?

I really need to
tell him something.

Okay? We have got to
get out of here. There's...

Oh, my God.

I have Tasers on
both of your backs.

Turn around quietly,
or I'll use them.

Sophie?

My little muffin chop.

Ooh, you've grown.

Beeyoo. Tee. Full.

But... you were dead.

When Bobbi threw the grenades,

we ran back to our apartment
and dove into our new cast-iron tub.

If we went with Todd's idea of
white porcelain, we would be dead.

Hush.

Let's move, or I'll tell the
real guards you're phonies.

Aah! It's in my eyes!

Not fun, is it?

He activated a kill switch.

We have two ways to stop
this bomb from going off.

Either I can figure
out how to deactivate it

or we got to get that
kill switch from Crane.

On it.

How are you involved in this?

We used to work for the cartel.

That's how we met Bishop Crane.

He asked if we'd freelance
on this little shindig.

We said no at first, but our trip to Cabo
got postponed because of the hurricane,

and we're about to do a
big reno, so here we are.

You have to stop Nancy from
doing this, or we're all going to die.

- That is not gonna happen.
- Why not?

She cray, but she's also smart.

Nancy won't let
this end with a bang.

Well, at least not
while she's still here.

Do you know her exact 20?

Hmm.

It's been nice catching
up with you, Sophie,

but we have to end this little
reunion and get back to our post.

It's our job to make sure that no
one leaves before the show is over.

Like it is for you.

Get away from her.

Oh, isn't this cute?

It's the nerds from
Stranger Things.

I forgot my medicine.

Feel less guilty about
killing him in my dream.

Why don't you join your friend
and get the hell out of here

before I kick your ass!

Hey!

Sophie!

- Oh, I don't think... He's already...
- Yeah, I didn't need to do that.

But thanks.

Sure. You were awesome.

Remind me to thank
Ryan for all his help.

Come on. We've got to find JJ.

- What are you doing?
- Anything I can.

And now, from America, the children
from North Virginia High School.

Bobbi, where's JJ heading?

Sophie?

He's chasing the
dude with the kill switch.

Let's pray that he finds him,

'cause I cannot figure out
how to turn this thing off.

Tell them they have 23
minutes to change their minds

or else they'll
learn the hard way.

I'll be at the heliport in ten.

Freeze!

Connelly, you don't understand.

What have you done, Chief?

I'm not one of them.

If I were, you'd
already be dead.

And you just let
the real bad guy go.

What the hell is this all about?

How do we know
you're telling the truth?

Connelly, who allowed you to use your
CIA credentials to spy on your ex-wife?

You did.

And, Hargear, who kept it quiet
when at the Langley checkpoint

security found something
vibrating in your bag?

All right, I trust him.

It was a toy for my kid.

You don't have any kids.

Guys, we need to
evacuate everyone now.

We tried, but they say
it's not a credible threat.

Bottom line, no one's leaving.

My God.

So, what do we do now?

Put all our chips on JJ.

Bobbi, I need eyes on JJ.

Uh, headed north past
Castel Sant'Angelo.

Last of your unit.

You should be proud, JJ.

Where is it?!

Come on, JJ.

Wait.

If this is heaven, it's
not what I expected.

No, no.

You did it.

Holy shit!

Yes!

Come on.

That's, like, three
Hail Marys, tops.

Nancy Buck.

You're not going anywhere.

Really?

I could still smother the
life out of you right here.

Mamma, no.

Don't leave me again!
I promise I'll be good!

All right, all right.

Mamma...

I won't tell anyone you
hit me anymore! Please!

He's not my son.

Mamma, per favore.

Get off me!

Freeze! Get down on the
ground and spread 'em!

That was a close one, Chief.

I'm glad you're back.

- Dad.
- Collin.

Oh, my God.

I thought you were dead.

I thought you were a nurse.

We have a lot to talk about.

I was so scared I
was gonna lose you.

Thanks for coming back for me.

You know you were
pretty good out there, right?

You're not a desk guy.

You should go back to being you.

I'll be fine.

I promise.

And I'm sorry for the way
I've been acting recently.

You don't have to apologize.

Been hard for me, emotionally,
just watching you grow up.

I didn't get to be a part of your
first nine years, and this part...

it's just going too fast.

I know you can
take care of yourself.

That's what makes
me a little sad.

I really like
taking care of you.

I'm just dreading the day
you don't need me anymore.

Well, you have at least a week.

I think you're
right about Collin.

I didn't see it at
first, but thanks.

So, what I'm sensing here is,
basically, you've said I'm right.

Twice.

Don't get cocky.

Mr. Jones.

We need to take you to the
hospital for some observations.

Okay.

Can I come with him?

Uh, I'm sorry, miss.
Are you family?

He's my dad.

Of course.

This is so weird.

I dreamed it would
be a view like this

where I'd be standing
here with Ryan on this trip.

Maybe even have my first kiss.

I'm sorry it didn't work
out the way you wanted.

It's the right view, but I
had the wrong person.

Do you maybe want to go to
the homecoming dance with me?

Yeah. That'd be nice.

Whoa.

Do you think JJ's
watching us somewhere?

Probably.

Oh, for the love of
Pete, are you crying?

I'm not crying.

- You're crying.
- You cried first.

How much is this satellite
costing the CIA, anyway?

You don't want to know.

Hey, what are you doing?

I'm giving them some space.

All right. Fine.

Hey. You know, you and I could
end up being family someday.

Hey. This was a nice
moment. Let's not ruin it, okay?

Speaking of new family,
when we get back...

I'm gonna make a lot
of changes in my life.

Mm...

Yep. A lot of changes.

Isn't that right, my
little cleaner shrimp?

Mm...

Holy shit.

That is so embarrassing.

- Really? I think it's kind of cute.
- Mm-mm.

Chief?

Do not move.

Yeah, no shit.

What do I do?

There's only one thing to do.

Run!

Get off me!

Connelly, what
are you doing here?

Chief! It's a happy ending.

Connelly, you got a flight to catch.
Don't you think you should get moving?

I got plenty of time.

Come on, have a
drink. Let's celebrate.

You know I don't
drink while I'm on duty.

It's not professional.

One drink.

- Yeah!
- Come on!

For always. I mean it.

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