01x02 - Public Secrets

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I'm Harry Tasker,
husband, dad, computer salesman,

and for 17 years the most
important person in my life

didn't know I was
also something else.

Omega Sector's top spy.

I'm Helen Tasker,

wife, mom and professor.

After an unfortunate incident

where I found out our
whole life was a lie,

now I'm also a spy.

Honey, all
those things are true.

They're just, you
know...HELEN: What?

True lies.

Gib, maybe we should call it.

I don't know, Harry.

Training isn't
supposed to be easy.

Come on, Helen, you can do it.

Is she tapping out? I
think she's tapping out.

You know what, training's a
journey, not a destination.

Maybe we should call it.

Uh, Luther, I think
that's enough choking

for today.

Okay,
just to be clear,

I was just doing exactly

- what it says to do in the training
manual. - Yeah, I know.

I read the training manual.
Honey, are you okay?

I guess that's a no.

Why do I have to
go to this meeting?

Is it because of the training?
Because that was a disaster.

Oh, it wasn't that bad.

Come on, Harry. I sounded like

a cat with a hairball.

Yeah. Just remember,

in the real world,
you can't tap out.

You do anything you
can to win a fight.

Yeah. All right? Go for

their eyes if you have to.

The eyes? Ugh.

It's kind of how we do
things in Omega Sector.

Good morning, everyone.

Shall we get started?

Hey, Trilby, I just want to say

if this is about
Helen's training,

she did... This isn't
about Helen's training.

This is about her first mission.

What? My first...

I'm sorry, I thought...
I thought the entire plan

was that we were
gonna go slowly.

He almost k*lled me.

This is slow.

Fast would be we'd
send you to North Korea

with a pocketknife
and a list of targets.

Is that a joke? That's a joke,

right?

All eyes on screen, please.

Omega
Sector has determined

that the t*rror1st
International Liberation Front

is planning to launch a
genetically engineered plague

in western Europe.

Mission was referred
to Omega Sector,

which has identified
a cryptographer

who can decode the
relevant files.

Your mission:

find the cryptographer,

decode the files,
locate weapons,

and stop the attack.

Who's the
cryptographer?

It's an old, uh,
contact of yours, Harry.

Based in Madrid.

Ximena Diaz.

Oh. Good.

Yeah, good. She's really good.

Um, huh. Okay.

Are you sure she's the only one?

Yes, and that's the problem.

The ILF knows she's the only one

who can decode it
and stop the attack.

They also know that the CIA's

been tracking her. We have to

get to her before they do.

What's our cover?

That's where Helen comes in.

No.

Cover identity.

The team will travel
to Madrid undercover

as representatives of
Telonyx Computer Systems,

where they will be
selling computers

at an academic conference.

Omega Sector
trainee Helen Tasker

will be attending
under her cover

as a linguistics professor
at Shoreton University.

La Conferencia
Linguüística?

That's like the Coachella
of linguistics conferences.

Isn't that exciting?

You leave in 24
hours. Good luck.

Hey, guys, I know there's
been a lot of changes lately,

with Mom's new job at Shoreton,

but I guess this conference

is kind of a big deal.

Kind of? Yeah.

No, it's a huge deal.

Well, there you go. It's
bigger than I thought.

Anyway, we're just gonna
be gone for a few days.

Sounds good.

If it's for Mom's job,
why are you both going?

Well...

uni-universities need computers.

Yeah, but you've
been a professor

for, like, a million years.

Big school, Jake.

Huge opportunities
for computer sales.

Okay, but, like, it's
just happening...

I think
it's great that you guys

are going together.

Right? It'll be so romantic.

Dana.

We'll be fine.

I swear, when I
found out you were a spy,

I was like, "Oh, finally,

everything makes
sense," you know?

17 years into marriage,
we can finally

be honest with each other.

And we are. I mean...

it's better, right?

No. I mean, yes.

Between us, yes. We can
be honest with each other,

but now, you know,

now I feel like I'm
lying to everybody else.

Like this conference.
It's special.

I've always dreamed of
going to this thing,

but not, you know,

not like this.

Honey, it's just how
these things work.

This is the perfect
cover ID. And Omega's

giving us excuses to be
in foreign countries.

I know, but now I'm the excuse.

I'm the lie.
Everything's a lie.

The night stand is a g*n safe,

there's a signal
jammer in the toaster.

The bathroom is some...

What is the bathroom? A
safe room, but no one knows.

The bathroom is a safe
room. Bathroom is a lie.

Honey, I think it's healthier

if you don't think
about it as lying.

It's just...
leaving out details.

I know, but I'm not good at it.

I'm bad. I almost
broke tonight.

With Jake, you know,
looking at his little eyes.

And that's a 14-year-old

just asking me questions

while I'm eating
mashed potatoes.

Honey. Honey, look.

We're doing something
important here.

I know.

So, who's this person

that you're meeting in Madrid?

Oh, just, you know,
some cryptographer.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, bud.

Ready to go? Almost.

You know, Helen's
got an entire bag

and half my bag.

Speaking of Helen,

you, uh, get a
chance to talk to her

about the whole
Ximena situation?

Shut up! Whoa.

She's downstairs. Okay,
guess that's a no.

Come on, Harry, you can't be
keeping secrets at this point.

Hey, man.

There is
no secret about Ximena.

Then why are we whispering?

Okay, look, I
didn't tell Helen about Ximena

because Ximena is need-to-know,

and Helen doesn't need to know.

You see, the thing
about that is, Harry,

I happened to pull Ximena's
dossier to prep for the meeting.

Ran across a recent pic.

You really gonna try to tell me

that Helen doesn't need to know

that this is the asset that
you've been working with?

"Worked with," past
tense. It's nothing.

I know your history, man.

It's may not be everything,
but it's not nothing.

That "almost nothing" was before

we were even together.

I can't tell her
about Ximena. I can't.

Gib. Gib, I just got
out of the doghouse

for not telling her that I was
a spy for our entire marriage.

Helen's not even
gonna meet Ximena.

It's not that big a deal.

Oh, it's not that big of a deal?

Look at that, here comes
Helen up the stairs,

so why don't I just
open the door and...

Hey. What is this?

Big spy meeting? Oh.

Big spy meeting.
In the safe room.

No, no. Well, yeah, kind of.

We're just going over
the details of the trip.

We should go. Yeah, yeah.

But this is the safe room?

Is it?

All right, mission review.

Team touches down in
Madrid at 0800 hours.

Harry will reach
out to our contact,

Ximena Diaz, via the dark web.

She will send an address
using a one-time code key

an hour before the meeting.

Until then, we
establish our cover

selling computers at
the academic conference.

While Helen does...

whatever linguistic
professors do at a conference.

Mom, there's
no "update".

Jake's playing video
games, and I'm, uh,

I'm making popcorn.
Okay? That's all.

Okay. Well, you're
obviously doing something,

so I want to know what you
guys are getting into tonight.

Look, go nerd out with
your professor friends.

I have to go, okay? My,
uh, my popcorn is burning.

Okay, bye.

Well, something's up.

She's using her sneaky voice.

What? She sounds fine.

No, she sounds like
she's hiding something.

Why, because she's not

telling us everything?

Helen, when you were a kid,

did you tell your
parents everything?

Uh, no. That's
why I'm worried.

When we were in Paris,

you had Omega Sector
monitor the house.

Can they tell us
what she's doing?

Well, technically.

I did ask Mrs. Myers
to spy on Dana once,

and... it's a bad idea.

What do you mean, bad idea?

She's burning popcorn right
now. It could be dangerous.

Helen, what's dangerous
is where we are,

in Madrid.

We're here to stop
a t*rror1st attack.

Okay, listen.

I was in Lebanon once, Uh-huh.

And I was worried
Dana was vaping...

She's vaping?

No, no. She just
tried it once.

But I was a mess

the whole time. I
was always wondering

if I should do something,

and in the end,
she stopped anyway.

Okay, well, what if
she hadn't, Harry?

You know? It goes vapes...

crack cocaine, meth.

I-I'm just trying to make sure
that our kids are safe, okay?

Is that too much to ask?

Identify.

Harry Tasker requesting
security protocol Orange.

Orange? You sure?

Well, Helen is, so...

Copy that.

Initiating protocol.

Thanks, Mrs. Myers.

Not every day someone
gets an endowed professorship

at Shoreton University
from a graduate thesis.

You are the talk
of the conference.

Thank you. It's a
great opportunity.

Speaking of great
opportunities, Telonyx Solutions

is offering ten percent
off Internet routers.

And if you'd like a demo,

we can stop by your
hotel room later.

Uh... thanks.

Uh, I'll keep it in mind.

That is one of the most

important linguists
in the world.

Do you really need
to sell him routers?

We are trying to maintain
our cover ID.Yeah?

Did Ximena make contact yet?

No, nothing yet. But,
speaking of Ximena...

Helen?

Is that you?

Harold? Harold, oh, my gosh!

It's so good to see you.Wow.

Harold, this is my
husband, Harry.Oh.

And this is his work colleague
Gib.

Hey, what's up, man? Yeah,
so, I got to take this.

Harold and I

went to Columbia together,

where he was the superstar.

Oh, hardly.

You were the superstar.

The only reason I
passed syntactic theory

is because I was
living with you.

Oh, you lived together?

Yeah, you remember I told you

about my boyfriend from
grad school, Harry.

So, I hear you're
still at Harvard?

Mm-hmm. And did I hear

that you also got
a genius grant?

Well, as they say,

"Pole pole..."

Yeah.

"Ndio mwendo."

Aw, yes!

So great. Amazing. Pole pole

ndio mwendo. Oh.

Harry, um, so you
in academia too?

Oh, no, no. I'm
in computer sales.

Amazing.

Uh, it's so great
to meet you. Really.

And, uh, I have
a talk to get to.

Oh, yeah. But

I'll see you around?
Yes, for sure.

Okay, great. So good to see you.

Oh, he's wonderful.

So that's your ex-boyfriend?

Yes, Harold. He's great.

I haven't seen
him in... forever.

Oh, funny, 'cause you
knew he went to Harvard,

you knew that he won
the genius grant.

And it's so adorable
you two have

your own little secret language.

Yeah. It's Swahili, Harry.

Literally millions
of people speak it.

I don't know, just
think it's kind of weird

that you never mentioned
that we have the same name.

I don't tell you everything

about all of my exes.

Well, I know that your
junior year boyfriend

was named Curtis and that
he was allergic to Sharpies.

Then you dated Rick

and he had a mole that
looked like a VW Bug.

Uh-huh. I dated Harold
a very long time ago.

You don't have to be threatened.

Threatened? Yeah.

Helen, I am so not threatened.

I just don't understand why
you never mentioned him before.

I don't know, Harry. You know?

You kind of get
a little... weird

when you think someone
is smarter than you,

so I just usually
just leave it alone.

Oh! You think he's
smarter than I am?

I didn't say...
This is the weird...

this is the weirdness.Uh-huh.

Hey. Sorry, am I interrupting?

That was Ximena with the code.

We got to go. Now.

All right, Harry. Luther
and Maria are in place.

You good in there, man?

In position. So far, so good.

Nah, I mean, what was
up with you and Helen

back at the conference?

No, it's fine. Helen just, uh,

ran into an ex.

You don't say?

Kind of sounds like
the perfect time

to bring up the whole
Ximena situation.

There is no Ximena situation.

Which one
is Helen's ex?

Was it the tall
guy? He was hot.

Who broke up with who?

That doesn't
matter, guys.

Aren't you supposed to
be doing surveillance?

I'm trying to focus
on the mission here.

Could you just... Harry,

spotted Ximena. Incoming

to your position.

♪ If you told me to behave

♪ I'd undress you with a smile

♪ Lay you down
under a velvet sky ♪

♪ And kiss your lips, depraved

♪ If you told me
not to play... ♪

Harry. Querido.

Thank you for coming.

Gracias.

So tell me, what is so
urgent that I get a visit?

Ximena, you're in a lot
of danger. Ay, Harry,

you worry too much.

All these years, you swore
the world was about to end,

and yet here we are...

eating oysters.

Aw...

Está bien.

Ximena, look, this is different.

Have you heard of the
ILF? Oh, those idiots

who think that if
they blow up the world

anyone that's left is
gonna put them in charge?

What about them?

Those idiots are planning
a high-tech terror attack

with bioweapons planted
in a dozen countries.

The CIA got into their
system, but it's encrypted.

So you just need to crack it?

Of course, Harry. For you.

The thing is, the ILF knows
the CIA has been following you,

which means they know
you're the only one

standing in their way.

You think they'll come after me?

Not if we can take
'em out first.

These are all the
details of the encryption

that we need you to break.

Harry.

We got a problem.

Four guys, incoming.
Looks like ILF.

How did they track her?

I-I don't know, but you
got to scramble now.

Move! It's too late.
They found you.

Harry, do you need
us to come in there?

Negative. There's
too many civilians.

I can't afford a firefight.

No back door? What, Madrid

doesn't have fire
codes? Come on.

Do we have to fight our way out?

No, it's too risky.
I got an idea.

Go, crack the encryption.
Bring me the plans tomorrow.

1400 hours, the corner
of Flores and Carretas.

I'll be there.

Adios.

Sorry about this.

So, I poked around
and got some info

on our friend from last night.

Grozdan Ivanov. Bulgarian.

Convicted of w*r crimes.

Recruited by the
Liberation Front in '16.

Oh, oh, and his buddies.

Almost as bad.

I brought Helen in

just in case they
show up to the hotel.

Do we know

that Ximena made it out?

Yeah, she's good.

She's gonna be at the meeting.

And what about this encryption

expert... shouldn't
I see her, too,

just in case?

Well, I mean,

these covert assets...
They get weird

when you photograph them,
so I don't even think

we have pictures of
her. Isn't that right?

Harry. Yeah?

It seems like Dana's
not the only one

using her sneaky voice.

Maybe I should see some of

the surveillance
from last night.

Right? Harry?

For recognition purposes?

Sure, fine. Show her.Okay.

Okay.

Last night's op coming up.

♪ You know I'm gonna get it

♪ 'Cause I want it

♪ You know I'm gonna have it

♪ 'Cause I need it.

Helen, it was nothing.

It wa-it was... it was
purely professional.

Ah. Yeah. So, it was just

professional oysters

and professional champagne.

Professional hip dip.
I saw the hip grab.

Let's just look at some
of your old missions.

A romantic bistro,

a darkened bar. Oh, yes.

Look, a nice little stroll
down the Seine in Paris.

Honey, our meetings
have to look personal.

We can't show up in spy
trench coats and sunglasses.

Okay, well, there's
a middle ground

between trench coats

and spaghetti strap
evening gowns.

I wanted to tell you
so bad over the years,

but it was literally
ill*gal for me

Well, it's not like you
told me everything, either.

I...

The security line.

It could be an
emergency with the kids.

Harry Tasker.

Surveillance update.

Fox Cub One observed purchasing

a pink tube top.
Communications intercepted

about a gathering at the home

of a Barry Weems, alias Zoner.

Age 18, arrested

for possession of a water
pipe, commonly known as a bong,

age 16. Charges dismissed.

See? This is why
I wanted to know.

This is why I
didn't want to know.

How am I supposed
to run an operation

when all I can think
about are the words

that rhyme with Zoner?

Har...

Are we calling her?
Are we stopping this?

If we call her she'll
know we're spying on her.

Continue surveillance or not?

Honey, come... Are you...

Continue surveillance.
Over and out.

All right, we got to go
to the meeting. Let's go.

Remember, you're
maintaining our cover,

so when you go to
the conference,

do what you do best.
Mingle, say hi,

smile with that
beautiful smile of yours,

mention me, mention the team,

say we're selling computers.

Okay, and what are
you gonna be doing?

We got to go see
Ximena. Hopefully

she decoded the ILF's
encryption by now.Oh.

Helen!

Great news. Hey, Harry.

Hey, Harold. I got
you a guest lecture

at my department at Harvard.

Oh. That-that's
amazing. Thank you.

Really? Wow. HAROLD
Yeah.

My department
chair's at the bar.

We can discuss the details,

have a glass of
champagne to celebrate?

Oh, yes.

Who wouldn't love a
professional glass of champagne?

You know about
those. Very funny.

Enjoy your meeting, honey.

Thank you, honey.

Harry.

I don't want to
say I told you so

about the whole
situation with Ximena,

but, wow, did I tell you so.

Thanks, man. I really
appreciate that.

With everything
going on, I just...

could use some support.

Harry, I am on your side, dude,

'cause Harold is a smoke
show, and he's a genius,

and-and they lived together,
so that is way worse

than having dinner
with an asset.

Great. I don't know
what you're trying

to do to me, but that's
not helping at all.

You should feel good, bro.

She could have settled
for a lot of other guys.

She settledfor you.

Yeah, good one,
Luther. Thanks.

Can we just focus on the,
uh, mission at hand here?

Right, mission. All
right, so here's the plan.

I'm gonna set up
on a nearby street

out of sight. Harry,
you're with me,

while Luther and Maria
position themselves

and cover the area
from a sn*per position.

I'll run surveillance
with the drone

while you go get the plans

and bring in Ximena
for exfiltration.

And there she is.

Look at that.

You know, it's like she's
immune to helmet hair.

All right, Harry, you're
up. Get out of here.

Hold up, hold up, hold up.

Picking up some radio signals.

Uh, I think I can hack in.

Foreign chatter.

What is it?

Sounds like a tactical team.

I think someone may
be following Ximena.

Scratch that.

Someone is definitely
following Ximena.

Guys, cover her.

Harry! Harry, where you going?

We can't stop
it. It's armored.

Ximena turned down
a side street.

Doubling back on
Avenida Monterrey.

Perfect. I
can cut them off.

Uh, not perfect.

What are you gonna do
when you get there?

Trust me, Gib, I've got an idea.

How do you say
"chicken" in Bulgarian?

Well, you don't
say "chicken" in...

You can't play chicken
with an armored SUV, Harry.

Well, I'm gonna
try. Wish me luck.

I wish you
would not do this.

Whoa!

Are you okay? I'm fine.

Just a little road rash.Harry.

You could have died.

I still can't believe
that you wedged yourself

under an armored SUV to save...

to save Ximena.

Honey, I actually did that

to save the entire operation.

Hopefully, Ximena
will call soon.

Yes, we would not want to
lose touch with Ximena.

For the mission.
For the mission.

For the mission,
honey. For the mission.

She has information we need

to stop bombs from going off

in a dozen
countries.

Omega Security.

Helen Tasker.

Update on Fox Cub One.

Subject about to leave
for Zoner's party.

Is she wearing the tube top?

Can I get a read on

the approximate
tightness, please?

Mm...

Affirmative on the tube top,

appears to be within normal
tightness parameters.

The cookies are in the jar.

Hang on.

Fox Cub One is
apparently getting a ride

with the driver of a muscle car,

yellow, black stripe.

Male, approximately
17 years old,

like a Zack Morris vibe?

Do we have any intel

on this muscle car driver?

Uh, an ID? A GPA?

Helen, we got a problem.

Yeah, our daughter
is getting into

a yellow muscle car.

Gib, what's going
on? What's wrong?

Uh, you know
how yesterday,

I cracked into the
ILF's comms systems

with an RTL-SDR? Yeah.

Well, I placed an electronic
geo tracker on them, and

we found them, and they're
here.

Here? How?

I have no idea.

All I know is that
there's a team of guys

talking Bulgarian about
going after a Harry,

and they're in the hotel.

What am I gonna do
with this? Use it.

Harry, I was grading papers,

I didn't even finish
weapons training.

Well, you're about to
finish weapons training

Just point it at the
bad guys and sh**t.

Harry,
you guys ready? Ready

as we can be, Gib.

Harry, they're coming.

I can't see them,
but I can hear them.

H-Harry? Helen?

Um...

yeah? What's going on,

Gib? They're not here.

Whose hotel room

did these guys just
break into, then?

Please, my
name is Harold Winslow!

I'm a linguist here
for a conference!

I'm a MacArthur Fellow. Uh...

Um, guys?

I think the International
Liberation Front

just abducted
Helen's ex-boyfriend.

What? Why?

I don't kno...

Harry, meet me

at the tac van. Now.

Well, looks like they stopped.

We have any idea
where we're going?

The GPS is following
their radio signals.

Just stay on 'em.

Gib, how did this
happen? Uh, well,

the Bulgarian translation's
iffy, but basically,

the ILF was listening in

on Ximena's cell phone somehow.

That's how they've
been finding her.

Yep. And then, when
she called the hotel,

they were listening.

So she calls, asks for Harry,

they accidentally send
her to Harold's room,

she leaves a message,
the ILF guys come,

bust in the doors
looking for you.

What's the message?

It's a date.

October 19, 2005.

We met at a safe
house on that date.

Okay. Okay.

Harry, we got to get
somebody over there

to get the location of those
bioweapons from Ximena.

Gib, we're going up
against a t*rror1st team

armed with machine g*ns.
We can't spare anyone.

Wasn't thinking one of us.

No.Yes.

No. No.Yes.

No! Listen to me.

Sending Helen is
the safest option.

She can't... Yes.

The clock's ticking on
this t*rror1st attack.

Do you really want
thousands of people to die

because you're
uncomfortable with your wife

speaking to your ex?

Harry? Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

All right. Did you save Harold?

Uh, well, we're working
on that. Listen,

Helen, um, we need
you to do something.

Wh... I-I... My hands are
still shaking. What do...

I-I know. Um,

we need you to go
to a safe house.

It's near the hotel,

and we need you to get
the ILF's decoded plans.

It's a safe house
where I met Ximena.

Wouldn't she be
expecting you? Honey,

there-there's
really no other way.

Okay. Where am I going?

A romantic cafe? Lingerie...

store dressing room? Very funny.

I'm kidding. I ju...
Give me the address.

2626 Calle de Marta.

She's hiding, so
she may not answer.

Okay, all right. I'm
gonna bring the, uh,

door unlocker thingy.
What is it called?

"Unlocker thingy's"
fine. Be safe.

Okay, bringing it to the...

Safe houses look a lot
like love nests, I guess.

Hello?

Ximena?

No! I'm not...

Wait, I'm a friend!
I'm a friend!

Wait! I'm Omega Sector!

Where's Harry? What
did you do with him?

He sent me here. I'm his wife.

I know all about you.

You like oysters and champagne

and you look very lovely

in a thigh-slit dress.

All right, any idea
what's going on in there?

I'm working on it.

Just got to get eyes
on the situation.

Watch this.

Not a lot of cover
for an approach.

Yeah, but we got
skylights right there.

Yeah, but we're sitting
ducks till we hit the ground.

Not if I turned out the lights.

Let's be careful in there.

I don't want to die saving
Helen's ex-boyfriend.

You got this message

from this woman
Ximena at the hotel.

Where is she? I-I don't...

I don't know who
you're talking about.

Then why?

Why she send you message, huh?

I don't know!

Liar.

No games.

Tell me where Ximena is.

Guys, we got to move fast

or this man's gonna
have a serious limp.

We're in position.
How's our cover?

Uh, I got an AI hacking
into the local power grid.

I think I can buy
you about 30 seconds.

That enough?

It'll have to be.

You decoded the file?
We can find those bombs?

I just need to take
care of something first.

So, is your ear
okay?

Feel like I might have
poked your brain a little.

It's fine. How's your throat?

It's fine. Yeah. No, it, uh...

happens all the time.

I'm sorry I attacked you.

I thought you were
an ILF assassin.

A... An assassin?

So, um...

that code that you
had with Harry.

The date?

What was that all about?

I figured the ILF was listening,

so I left a message that
only he would understand.

Mm, mm, mm.

We were here the day I
fell in love with him.

So, this was kind of like a...

like a... your love nest?

No. No, no, no. There
wasn't any time.

He kissed me, then
he said he'd be back.

Okay.

So then, when he came
back, you both did...

Broke my heart.

He said he'd met someone
in Puerta del Sol.

Was that you?

Yeah-yeah, that was me.

I always thought
that Harry's new love

would be some
American suburbs lady.

You know, she just

raise his kids,
go to yoga class.

At least he left me for a spy.

Yeah, well...

you know Harry.

Are you sure he
said Puerta del Sol?

Self-destruct armed.

There are some things
you never forget.

But sometimes...

you have to let go of the past.

Yeah.

Oh! Oh...

She left a message for you.

Your name is in it.

I d-I don't know why.
Th-There's millions of Harolds.

At the hotel, there was
Harry the computer salesman.

A computer salesman?

Who is this computer salesman?

I don't know him.
I-I just met him.

Guys, heads up.

Lights coming up in

three, two...

g*ns down, everyone!

Everyone, or I k*ll him!

Okay. Okay.

Calm down.

Gib, I need a distraction.

I only need one second.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Uh, I'll do my best. Um...

Uh...

Oh, okay. Okay,
okay, okay, okay.

Harry, do you know
who Ximena is?

Harold, stop. Hey,
just let him go.

You don't want to hurt
anybody. You have us.

This is computer salesman?

Salesman who shot all of my men.

I'm sorry to do
this to you, baby.

I love you.

We got him.

Guys? We all right in there?

Yeah, Gib. It's over.

Hey, Harry.

Hey, Harold.Hey.

Just so you know,

I'm not threatened by you.

So, you're a spy?

That's classified.
But... yeah.

It's starting to make more sense

why Helen broke up with me.

She broke up with you?

Kind of seemed like you
guys had a lot in common.

Don't you speak 30 languages?

Well, she said she
didn't need someone

who spoke 30 languages.

She needed someone who
spoke her language.

Think I'm gonna throw up again.

Do what you got to do, man.

Looks like Helen

finally made it, which is nice,

'cause I got to get this
hard drive back to Omega.

From Ximena, the
ILF plans decoded.

Mission accomplished.
Also, I think it was

her last day on the job.

She blew up her entire system.

She said that if the
ILF can hack her phone,

she needs to find
a new line of work.

It was really dramatic.

Wow.

Harold.

Helen.

You doing okay?

Eh, yeah, just a little
sick to my stomach.

Harry saved me.

So, you're a spy, too?

That's classified.

But... kind of.

Huh. Yeah, yeah.

Okay, you done? All right.

You know, we should probably
get you debriefed, buddy.

Come on, come with me.

They're gonna ask you
a lot of questions,

you're gonna have to
sign a bunch of stuff

that says you'll never
speak about this again.

But it's not all bad.

You get soft serve ice cream.

Oh.All right?

Sounds nice.Yeah.

I liked Harold. Smart guy.

Speaks a lot of languages.

Yes. There
was one he didn't speak.

Yeah, he mentioned
something about that.

Oh. Well, Ximena mentioned
a couple of things.

Oh, you spoke to her? Yeah.

We had a rough start,

but then, you
know, we warmed up.

She said that you

met someone

in Puerta del Sol?

Huh. Isn't that
where I met you?

Yes, I
think that it is.

Oh! Also, I invented a new
move to get out of a chokehold.

Well, you got to show me.Yeah.

Oh!

That's what I did.
That's exactly what...

That's my move.

You're becoming quite
the spy, Helen Tasker.

So how'd you guys
do while we were gone?

Fine.

How was, um, wherever you were?

So great.

Your mom was the star
of the conference.

She's guest
lecturing at Harvard.

Cool.

So, what'd you guys get into?

You know, just hung
out with friends.

I'll get it.

Hey, kitty cat.

Mom, Dad,
Mrs. Myers is here.

It's good seeing
you, sweetheart.

You, too, Mrs. Myers.

All right. You take care, now.

I'll see you soon,
all right? All right.

Hi. Yay. Thank you, Mrs. Myers.

Hope you had a good trip.

Brought you cookies

and a surveillance file.Okay.

So... photos?

Of Dana and the muscle
car boy? Yes, dear.

Is there anything on there
that we need to know about?

Hmm. I would say no.
But if you're wondering

if there's anything
that would make you

uncomfortable?

Definitely.

But enjoy the cookies.

So, we should probably
give Dana her privacy,

you know? Right?

It's like Mrs. Myers said...

There are some things
we don't need to know.

I'm so glad we're
on the same page.

Me too.