01x10 - Friendly Enemies

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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...
- What?

True lies.

Babe, hurry.

I'm trying.

I think they're
searching the offices.

What do you want me
to do if they come in?

sh**t 'em.

Ah. Bingo.

- Okay.
- Guys, I got guards incoming.

I don't think I can do this.

Ah.

You can do this, honey. This
is what you trained for.

I didn't k*ll anyone
in training, Harry.

On these missions,
you're always the one

that does all the real sh**ting.

No sh**ting necessary.

Come on.

How much time do we have left?

30 seconds.

- I'm not talking about the b*mb.
- Oh.

Uh, 19 minutes. Oh,
hope there's no traffic.

Yeah, okay.

Nice work, guys.

It was Helen's first time

guarding the door.
She did great.

Yeah, only because I didn't
have to sh**t anybody.

I almost wet my tactical pants.

What's our ETA?

Seven minutes.

Cutting it pretty
close. Hit the gas.

You got it.

Whoa!

It's insanity.

And the travel budget for
the geology department

is a knife fight
for every dollar.

But anthropology can
travel anywhere they want.

I'm telling you, it's a w*r.

You know, I heard

that there was a huge expl*si*n

at the Venezuelan
consulate tonight.

- Oh, really?
- Mm-hmm.

I ran out to get
some more cilantro,

almost didn't make it back

because I-395 was gridlocked.

But I knew a shortcut,

so I cut across three
lanes to the exit.

Sounds like you guys
get all the excitement.

We do.

I can't believe

worrying about sh**ting someone

wasn't the worst part of my day.

That was awful.

There's something
about Doug's voice

that just makes me want to
punch him in the throat.

Harry.

But in a nice way.

I don't
understand why it's so hard

to find couple friends.

You know? It was already
hard enough before,

and now that we're both spies,

it's, like, do we have
anything in common with anyone?

Well, I thought we
really hit it off

with that couple
from counterintel.

The people who wouldn't
stop talking about

high-end encryption

for secure data systems?

Honey, more like
counterinteresting.

Maybe it's too hard.

It's not like anyone's gonna
understand what it's like

to be us. Other
spies aren't married.

Well, you still have
your yoga friends

and I still have
my bowling pals.

I know, but I want people that

we can be ourselves
around, you know?

Like, you could do
spy stuff with him

and then I could talk to
her about clothes and g*ns.

And then at the end of the day,

we could all laugh
about spy snafus.

Like when you throw a grenade,

but you forgot to pull
the pin.

That's a nice dream, honey.

I know.

Who am I kidding?

I guess it's just
more boring dinners

with Alice and Doug.

Hey, you know what
wouldn't be boring?

What?

Punching Doug in the throat.

- No?
- No punching, either.

- Just one time?
- No.

That would be so much fun.

All right, guys. Intel
combed through the data

we stole last night,

and it's bad.
Eyes up on screen.

Omega Sector
has determined that rogue

Cuban General
Hernan Alvaro Ochoa

has gained control of a
long-range mobile m*ssile.

Ochoa is known to hold
anti-Western views.

Analysis suggests that
he plans to attack Miami,

initiating a new Cold w*r

and allowing
hard-line communists

to seize control in Cuba.

When's he planning on launching?

Soon as his code guy
deciphers the launch codes.

Ooh, so we're off to Havana.

Not exactly.

American spies in Cuba
can make things worse.

Plus, Ochoa's got

eyes everywhere. We
can't get near him,

which is where
these guys come in.

Valentina and Emilio Pérez,

bigwigs in Cuba's
defense department.

They'll be in
Panama for meetings.

Harry, Helen, you're gonna
pose as American diplomats,

cozy up to them,

- and recruit them to take Ochoa out.
- Gib,

it's gonna take a
lot of cozying up

to convince people
to k*ll a general.

Yeah, well, that's the gig.

Good news is the Pérez
family has lobbied

to strengthen
U.S.-Cuban relations.

I doubt they'll want
all that hard work

to go up in a mushroom cloud.

Uh-huh, and the bad news?

Bad news is we know zilch
about how to make the approach.

Which means we're gonna
have to go to Panama,

do some recon, and
execute the world's

fastest recruitment op.

We leave tomorrow.

So, I have some exciting news.

Aunt Fannie has invited

you guys to her
annual lake trip.

Wait, actually?
With Cousin Tori?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah. You guys leave tomorrow.

Awesome. You know,

I've always wanted to
waterski with Tori.

She posts the dopest
tricks on her Instagram.

What about you, Dana?
You don't seem so excited.

Yeah. Yeah, it's exciting.

Oh, come on, this is
gonna be great. I mean,

you guys and Tori have been

super tight since
you were babies.

I remember when you three

used to take baths together.

- Yes. Aw.
- It was so cute.

- I should get those pictures out.
- Mm-hmm.

- No.
- Uh, please don't.

I'm just kidding. I'm saving
those for your prom dates.

Good one, Mom.

- Hilarious.
- Thank you very much.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Okay, come on, go and pack.

You're gonna have fun.
You got to get going.

And don't forget,

they're kind of churchy,

so you're gonna want
to pack your one-piece.

I don't have a one-piece, Mom.

Didn't I buy her a one-piece?

I think so.

Okay, team,
here's the plan.

Harry, Helen, you're checking
into the Pérez's hotel

as American diplomats.

I got you a room
right above them.

You'll rope down, break
in, and look for intel

you can use to befriend them.
Hobbies, foods, whatever.

The Pérezes have reservations
at the hotel restaurant.

Luther, Maria, you'll
keep an eye on them,

make sure they don't walk in

on our snooping.

So, hit the restaurant

and scout out
surveillance locations.

Have fun out there.

Geez.

Is this the only way we
enter a room anymore...

Climbing on ropes on buildings?

Did everyone completely
forget about doors?

Well, we have to avoid
security cameras, so, yeah.

Feels weird spying on someone

to pretend to be their friends.

Helen, look at it this way.

If we had spied on those
parents from Dana's soccer team,

we would have found out
about their pyramid scheme

before we invited
them to game night.

Mm-hmm.

Ready?

Okay.

You guys in place?
Status report?

Identifying targets now.

Yup, that's them.

Four exits.

I have two. Luther has two.

If the Pérezes move, we'll know.

Someone's heading their way.

She's the Pérez's aide.

Flor Alvarez.

Awfully friendly.
Do all Cubans

- smooch their staff?
- It's a Latino thing.

That's just how we
greet each other.

You're Colombian.

You don't greet me like that.

Maybe if you learn Spanish
and move to Bogotá.

I speak Spanish.

Some Spanish. I
mean, how many words

do you have to know
to get a cheek kiss?

Sir? I believe
you're at my table.

Clearly, it's not

your table, as I was
already sitting there.

I had it reserved.

You know, it didn't
say "reserved" on it.

Gib, we have a problem.

Some creep wants Luther

to move from his
surveillance position.

Luther, get rid of this clown.

Hey, pal, there's
lots of other tables

in the restaurant.

I'm not your pal.

Ooh.

Crap. I think this
is escalating.

Ah, there we go. The laptop.

Harry.

She's reading the Spanish
version of The Orchid Temple.

Perfect. It's a great
way for you guys

- to connect.
- Remember, it's the book

about the blacksmith

- who's dying of a broken heart?
- Yeah,

I think The Orchid Templeis, uh,

way more your area of
expertise on this op.

Your loss, honey.
It's a beautiful book.

Harry,

I will tell you this:

this woman has amazing
taste in clothing.

- Oh.
- Oh, and it looks like

they just went shopping.

All right, this is
gonna take a minute.

Harry,
lots of shopping.

Looks like they
bought some new Vans.

One green, one blue.

They must have children.

That's so sweet. I bet they
have teenagers like us.

Harry, look at this rum.

Amiguitos.

It means "little buddies."

Harry, they sound fun.

Helen, they are foreign
intelligence targets.

Yeah, fun targets.

Sorry.

What
did he say? What did you say?

It doesn't matter.
We have a job to do.

Gib, target's on the move.

What? Where?

They're leaving
out the east exit.

Probably heading
back to the room.

Harry, Helen, uh,
we lost the Pérezes.

I need you guys to peace
out of there right now.

All right, we got to go.

Come on, go, go, go, go, go.

Little nightcap.

Does this lipstick say,
"Take out a general for me"?

- Honey, you could take out the whole regime.
- Mm.

All
right, the Pérezes

just arrived for their
lunch reservation.

You two ready to
make the approach?

We're almost ready.

Hey, what's your 20?

Any suspicious
activity in your area?

Luther and Maria did a sweep.

Everything looks clear,

but we're set up in
the alley just in case.

All right, we're on our way.

I hope Valentina
likes this dress.

I can already tell
she's a vibrant lady.

So, I wore green,

and it's a little vintage, but

when I looked through
all of her stuff,

I noticed she had
kind of a retro style.

Well, everything's pretty
much retro in Cuba.

I know all of her
favorite foods, I know all

of her favorite
hobbies. I feel like

she's my best friend already.

But remember, this is a
mission. We're not here to get

couple's massages with these
people. We're recruiting them

to take out a rogue general
that wants to blow up Miami.

Yes. All the more reason
to wear the right dress.

It's Dana.

Tell her I said hi.

Hi, honey. What's up?

Mom, I need you to come
get me, like, right now.

Wait, slow down.
What's going on?

It was a mistake coming here.

Okay? I don't know how
to waterski at all.

- So?
- So?

He's here.

I mean, I thought that he
might be, and he definitely is.

- Wait, who's he?
- Yousif.

All right? It's
Tori's old neighbor.

He's visiting from college.

From college?

Mom, I'm not gonna date him,
okay? I just, I don't want

to look stupid. I don't
know how to waterski,

and Tori, she's this pro.

Okay, well, if you're
so worried about it,

why don't you ask Tori
if she can teach you?

I can't. That's the thing.
She's gonna convince me to try,

I'm gonna wipe out,
all of her friends

are gonna post about
it, and I'm literally

gonna have to go into hiding.

Dana, it's okay to ask for help.

It's more than okay.
It's very brave.

Mom, it's not that simple.

It is that simple.

It's also hard.

Whatever. I have to go.

Okay, well, all right.
Well, tell your brother

that he needs to wear
his sunscreen, and

we love you. Goodb...

Every time.

Okay, the Pérezes
are at the bar.

Status report?

Gib, we're in. Making
our approach now.

Copy.

Dos "Amigweetoes," por favor.

"Amigweetoes."

I can't believe
you can't pronounce

the name of your favorite rum.

- Did I do it again?
- You did.

Are you an "Amigweetoes" man?

Amiguitos? It's a
very good rum, yes.

Make it four.

Oh, that's very generous of you,

but my wife and
I, we have plans.

Aw, come on, just one drink.

I'm Nick Smith, by the
way. This is my wife, Amy.

Hi.

Emilio Pérez.

My wife, Valentina.

- Valentina.
- We really need to go.

It's too late. He
already poured them.

Come on, just one drink.

It's not every day
you get to meet people

with really good taste in rum.

- One. - One.
- Oh.

Is this dress Clandestina?

Yes. You know it?

Yes, I adore Cuban designs.

It's just, you can never
get them in the States.

Bueno. You can't get them in Cuba, either.

So, what brings you to Panama?

Uh, business.

-Cuban Defense Department. Mm-hmm.
-Mm.

Mm, wow, that's amazing.

And you?

We work for the U.S.
State Department.

And just between us,

I really wish our countries

got along better.

We couldn't agree more.

Salud.

- Cheers.
- Salud.

Salud.

- Ah.
- Mm.

I have an
idea. This is nice.

We should get a table together.

- Yeah.
- Oh, we were supposed to meet

some people at the
embassy reception, but...

But those events are the most
boring things on the planet.

Come on, I insist.

Put this on our
tab, too, por favor.

You
guys are doing great.

Keep the momentum up.

- He's 16, and sh-she's 13.
- Aw. - 14.

That's the same age as our kids.

Two teens, two years apart.

Why didn't
someone warn us?

I know.

And then when the blacksmith
dies in his son's arms

in the last chapter...

It broke my heart.

This is why I'm telling
everyone all the time,

read The Orchid Temple.

Read The Orchid Temple.

What's it called?

The Orchid Temple.

- You ready? Ready?
- Yeah.

So, normally, I wouldn't
be so forward so fast,

but since we all
get along so well,

I was thinking,
maybe my wife and I,

we could talk to you
about, um, a little...

proposition.

Maybe something a... a little
outside of your comfort zone.

But, hey, what happens in Panama

stays in Panama.

Hey, I'm picking
up some weird signals.

Me too. Do you hear this?

I think they're swingers.

No, radio signals.

Something's up.

Whoa.

Do you think Harry and
Helen are gonna swing

with the Pérezes to
save the mission?

Do we listen?

What exactly

were you proposing?

In Cuba, we have a problem.

A rogue general called Ochoa

who leads an extremist

faction and who plans
to b*mb the U.S.

He thinks it will
help his little group of maniacs.

Mm-hmm. So, we were hoping you
could speak to your government

about, you know...

stopping him.

Wait a minute, you
want usto stop him?

See,

in Cuba, he's too
powerful, too connected.

We cannot get to him.

But for your government,

maybe not that hard.

I mean, you said

you would love for our countries
to have better relations.

Wait, wait, wait.
Are they pitching us

on taking out Ochoa?

We're supposed to
be pitching them.

Okay.

I just picked up a swarm
of encrypted radio signals.

Eyes open, people.

We were planning

on approaching a pair of
diplomats at the embassy event.

But then we met two new friends

working for the State Department

who like Amiguitos, too.

Yeah.

- The funny thing about that...
- Guys,

get out of there now.
I got bogeys incoming.

Luther, get us out of here now.

Gib, we've
got a problem.

What's wrong?

Stay calm. We'll handle this.

They're
here for us!

Harry!

They're Ochoa's men.

I thought you were bureaucrats.

They fight like this at
the State Department?

Gib, talk to me.

We're surrounded, all
right? Get out of there,

now. Get out of there.

- Go. We got to go.
- Vamos.

Harry...

Okay.

All right, all right.

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

American citizen. Take
it easy, take it easy.

We're American citizens.

They're capturing
that jackass from yesterday.

What's happening?

- What about the team?
- We can't save them if we're dead.

The valet left that
running. Get in the car.

So...

I have a wobbly shoe.

And you two are spies?

Sí.

As are you, I assume.

Que arroz con mango.

What'd he say about mangoes?

It means we're in
a sticky situation.

I can't believe this.

Did you even read

The Orchid Temple?

What about you?

- You're a spy, too.
- Mm-hmm.

- Was anything about our lunch even real?
- All right, look.

We can't trust each
other, we got that.

But we both want
to take out Ochoa.

You guys just beat us
to the punch on the ask.

And now we're all blown.

Yeah, and
somebody tipped him off.

You guys have a mole.

It was not someone on our team.

Well, it wasn't ours.

We got a radio
warning. You didn't.

Plus, those commandos

rushed in pretty fast after
you mentioned Ochoa's name.

Who'd you have listening?

Wait.

Flor... sh-she
was on our radios.

No, no, no, no, you can't think
for a second that it was Flor.

Because I trust
her with my life.

Mi amor, think about it.

Why else would
Ochoa be in Panama?

She must have told him
we were going to be here,

working against him.

As soon as we made our
move, he sent his commandos.

He wants to stop us
before we can stop him.

Oh, but Flor is like family.

I mean, she's basically

the third person in
our marriage. I...

I can't believe this.

Harry, I think their Gib

captured our Gib.

You know...

you're gonna regret
capturing U.S. citizens.

- I'm sure of it.
- You mean U.S. spies!

Geez, you kick hard.

You run communications
for your team, right?

You're gonna radio the two
operatives who escaped my men.

And if they give
me what I want...

then you will live.

And what is it that you want?

Los Pérez.

Because their execution
will be an example

to those who oppose
our movement.

Okay, and, uh...

what about the rest of my team?

They're alive.

For now, but that can change.

Oh, you have no idea

who you're up against,
you silly son of...

- Hey.
- Aah!

Listen to me.

I think you're the one
who does not understand

the situation, huh?

If you want to see
your team again,

I would suggest
that you cooperate.

Very angry.

Yeah.

So...

you and the Pérezes
are Cuban spies?

- Why would I tell you anything?
- Spies?

That's why you wanted my
table: counterintelligence.

I should have just
shot you instead.

Then we wouldn't be here.

Typical communist.

Just sh**t anyone who
doesn't agree with you.

No, not everyone.

Only imperialists who want
to tell us how to live.

Oh, why, 'cause we're right?

Dude, you're driving around
in, like, 50-year-old cars.

Thanks to your
blockade. !¡Oye!

And call me when your country

has free dental care,
you arrogant son...

!¡Basta!

Do you guys want to die in here?

Now shut up.

We need a plan.

It's Gib.

You got to bring the
Pérezes to Ochoa.

He's serious, Harry.

I-I don't know what to do.

He said he's gonna k*ll us all.

Let me speak to Ochoa.

Listen, you want your
people, I want mine.

Alive and unhurt.

Meet me in one hour.

I will send the coordinates.

Now, as for "unhurt..."

there's nothing that won't heal.

Oh, my God. If we don't
give him the Pérezes,

he's gonna k*ll Gib,
Maria and Luther.

If we do, he's gonna
k*ll the Pérezes.

And blow up Miami, to boot.

Well, there has to
be another option.

There is something we can try,

but it puts all of our
lives in their hands.

How much do you
trust the Pérezes?

They're fun.

But I don't know about
trusting them with our lives.

Can't you and I just do it?

We can, but our chances
go from low to tiny.

I need exact percentages.

You don't want
exact percentages.

You haven't had a lot of
experience sh**ting people.

And we need all the
firepower we can get.

Yeah.

- But how do we know?
- We don't.

You just have to take a leap.

Yeah, but what if we leap
and they don't catch us?

Then everybody dies.

Oh, wow, what kind of
spy sells out his team

the second something goes wrong?

Gib didn't sell us out.

Oh, no? Sounds
like he rolled over

and gave us all up.

Gib was giving us intel.

He coughed nine times.

That means nine
commandos on site.

He repeated a word three times

at the start of a sentence...
Three entry points.

Gib wasn't giving
up. He was giving us

what we need to attack Ochoa.

We just can't do it on our own.

You know what you are
asking of us, right?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Forgive me, but how do
we know that you won't

betray us to save your team?

You don't.

The same way we don't know

whether or not you'll betray us.

But if we don't work together,

everybody dies.

And Miami's obliterated.

Which means w*r.

Well, it looks like we all
have something to lose.

Okay.

I swear on our kids

you can trust us
to have your back.

And I swear on ours.

And to be clear,

you actually have children?

Because we do, and
they're amazing.

And we want to go home to them.

Believe me.

- We want the same.
- Yeah.

Oh, you have a whole handshake.

So, look, I got an idea, but
it's too risky to go back

to our place and
get the equipment.

- We need g*ns.
- That's not a problem.

There are g*ns everywhere.

Huh.

You guys think if you
wiggle enough, you can break

the ropes with your
can-do attitude?

You have a better idea, nena?

Actually, mijito, I do.

My hair clip has a sharp edge.

It's my "just in case I get
tied up with a jerk" knife.

- You mean him, right?
- Oh.

The jury's out.

Tilt your head back.

Let me see if I can
get it with my teeth.

Can-can you do it?

It's just too far.

Right.

It's the wrong side.

Raul will have to get it.

You can't trust that
guy with a knife.

I've seen oil spills that
are less slippery than him.

I am tied up next to
your mangy neck because

I am also trying to stop Ochoa.

I want what's best
for my country.

Oye.

We're a country of immigrants.

So if he's a pig, then so am I.

- Oh, that's actually kind of...
- Shut up, Luther.

- Okay, sorry.
- Shut up, Luther.

- You shut up.
- We're gonna

have to work together if
we want to get out of here.

- Got it?
- Yes.

Don't get any ideas.

See those bars on the window?

That's a stash house.

You're gonna find plenty
of weapons in there.

Let's go shopping.

Okay.

- So they're gonna get a bunch of g*ns.
- Mm.

Then we bring them to Ochoa.

And then...

we sh**t people?

Yes.

That's sort of how it works.

Of course. Yeah, no.

Yeah, it's totally fine.

Oh!

What is it?

It's my daughter.

- Aw.
- I gave her some advice

- and she's letting me know that it worked.
- Wow.

And she admitted it?

Such miracles
do not happen in Cuba.

What did you tell her?

I-I told her to be brave.

And to ask for help
when she needs it.

Hmm.

And, speaking of being brave

and asking for help.

Uh, I am actually new

at this whole spy thing.

I am-I am a professional spy.

And I've been on
missions and I, um...

and the g*n that I
use is my own g*n.

It was assigned to me,
and I've shot it, um...

but I've never
actually shot anybody.

That...

never gets easy.

My advice?

Focus on what
you're doing it for.

Like saving your friends.

Or Miami.

Or not dying in a
ditch in Panama.

Yes, no, ditches are...
ditches aren't my favorite.

No! No, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

Lo siento.

Everything okay?

- We heard sh**ting.
- Muy bien.

And they say Americans and
Cubans can't work together.

Mi amor.

Now what?

Spit it into my hand.

Did you have to use
so much spit? Ugh.

Can you reach my ropes?

No, I can't reach 'em.

That means

you're gonna have to
cut me free first, huh?

All right, sit still.

I am sitting still.

- Ow!
- Aw.

- You made me drop it.
- You cut my hand on purpose. - Guys,

if we don't get that clip,
we are all gonna die in here.

So let's tip over.

Okay, let's go on three. One,

two, three.

See?

That wasn't so bad.

Tell that to my
dislocated shoulder.

Americans. So delicate.

Not so delicate I can't
throw my head back

and crack you in that
thick Cuban skull.

When this is over,

I will hunt you down
wherever you are,

and I will k*ll you.

Okay, guys, I love the bonding
that's happening right now,

but can you just get the clip?

You ready?

Let's do this, my friends.

Show me you're unarmed.

Bueno, yeah, yeah,
yeah, I got it.

Your friends are inside.

You can see them when you
hand over the traitors.

Bring my people out first.

No.

Why don't you join them instead?

That way you can say
your final goodbyes.

Now!

Keep firing!

Keep sh**ting.

Get down!

Don't think, just sh**t.

- I'll take the g*n, thank you.
- I knew it!

I knew we shouldn't
have trusted him!

You shouldn't even be here.

This is a Cuban fight.

- Tell that to everyone in Miami.
- You Americans,

you think everything
is about you.

He's making a run for it.

Go! We'll handle this.

Raul, slide me the g*n.

Oh, because Americans
do everything better?

That'd be a pretty sick
burn if it wasn't true.

Come on, I have the
better angle to sh**t.

Cooperate now or I will
k*ll you both myself.

Here.

My turn. Dámelo.

We did it.

Yeah.

Should we split up?

No, look.

Blood. This way.

Gib!

You sh**t, I sh**t.

Take the shot, Harry.

Take the shot, man.
He's got the m*ssile.

He's gonna launch as soon
as he gets the codes.

My friend?

If you're not gonna
do it, I will have to.

Listen.

No one needs to die today.

Revolutions end in
victory or death.

And I am prepared
to die for Cuba.

Take the shot, man.

It's either me or Miami.

I didn't think.

I just shot him.

I know, I know.

It's okay. It's over.

It's over.

You know you should have shot me, right?

But thanks for not sh**ting me.

Anytime.

Okay.

Just heard from Omega.

Ochoa's allies
have been arrested.

The m*ssile is under control.

And Miami is safe.

Which is really
good, because I have

about a third of the Dolphins
in my fantasy football lineup.

Mm.

You guys gonna be okay?

With Ochoa gone, yes.

So this is goodbye?

I'm afraid so.

Unless...

you defect to Cuba.

Cigars along the Malecón?

Or you defect to America and
we have beers on the Potomac.

Mm.

Hey, guys. Exfil's
almost here.

All right, we should go.

It was an honor working
with you, hermano.

Honor was mine.

I'm gonna miss you guys.

Yeah, me too.

I hope I never see you again,

you... arrogant American pig.

Right back at you, you
little Cuban weasel.

Oh, get a room, will you, guys?

Let's go.

I mean, I wasn't,
like, nailing tricks,

but my slalom was solid

and I stuck a backward landing.

And the boy you were
trying to impress?

Mom, I wasn't trying
to impress him.

But he said

- that my waterskiing was badass.
- Mm.

Maybe the "a*s" part was true.

Hey.

Okay, lobster.

Okay, well,

I'm just glad that
you asked for help

when you needed it.

It could save your life one day.

Or someone else's.

We were just waterskiing,
Mom. We're good.

Yeah.

Your mom knows what
she's talking about.

Speaking of helping
people, why don't you help

your brother upstairs to put
more aloe on his sunburn?

All right, come on.

You're fine.

It's gonna look really ugly
when you start to peel.

All right?

- Dana!
- Oh!

You okay?

Is it bad that I
miss the Pérezes?

No. They were super fun.

I know. But I've
been thinking,

if we can make friends
with enemy agents,

then maybe other couples

aren't so hard.

- If we just do the work.
- Mm-hmm, like

sneaking into their bedrooms
for intel on their hobbies?

Yeah, or going through
the neighbor's trash.

Yeah, what about that
couple in the Tudor?

No, Harry, I'm not
that desperate.

I'm just saying I'm
haven't given up yet.

There's got to be
that one other couple

out there for us.

Now who sounds like a swinger?

Well, yeah.

Maybe if you get
me drunk enough.

Let me get the rum.

Ah!

Amiguitos!