[COUGHING]
Jeez.
This place is as dusty as a--
A desert in a sandstorm?
My signed oath to do no harm?
Eleanor Roosevelt's vagina.
Sad, if true.
Stop.
I would have had something.
Lana got in my head.
Not really a challenge.
Pardon me.
Delivery for Lana Kana.
Dammit, Krieger.
I thought you told me this place was secure.
I told you, or you thought I told you?
Oh.
Just leave them by the door.
Right, then.
Take them back.
If Robert thinks for one second that a handful
of glorified weeds can make up for what he said to me,
he is more mistaken than--
You were for marrying him.
Ha!
I'm back, baby.
Focus.
According to our records, the bug
was still active until the battery
went out three years ago.
Since it was powered down, there's a good chance it hasn't
been picked up by sweeps.
So here's how we retrieve it.
Sterling and Lana you'll be making ingress--
I don't know if we'll have time for that.
Not what it means.
Through the second story window.
Ciril, you'll stay on the ground and monitor
the area for reinforcements.
Try not to eat anything important.
This is my last one forever.
You're talking to us or the ten bars in your pocket?
Pam and Cheryl, you surveil from the square across
the street, blending in as--
Fancy English ladies.
My hat is huge.
You know, we British invented giant hats
as a way to temper an overly aggressive pigeon population.
Wait.
Is that true?
Meanwhile, I'll be in the van with Krieger
running the entire show with immaculate precision.
Just like the Rockettes.
Jazz legs!
Once you're in position--
Post-coital.
Post-ingress.
Same thing.
It's not.
Krieger will jam the alarm system.
What about the bug?
Some of my best work.
Not bad, mother.
MALORY: I modeled the breasts on my own.
Is it possible for you to just not?
MALORY: And you'll be happy to know
they're still a dead match.
I was happier before I knew.
So how do we get the code off the bug?
I whipped the little something up?
Sorry, do you have anything bigger?
Dude, this is ancient tech.
It doesn't interface with anything modern.
And the giant flashing lights?
Those are for me.
Got the code.
MALORY: Good.
Now rub the center of my breast to reactivate.
What?
MALORY: Sorry, the breasts.
I'm terrified of crossing a societal taboo
that exists for a reason.
Oh my god.
MALORY: Was if that's so hard?
No.
You're not just some sugar guzzling self-flagellator.
You're part of an elite spy team.
Case in point.
I've got someone on approach.
He's looking right at me.
Now he's waving at me and I'm waving back.
Hello.
I think that went really well.
No, no, no, no, no.
Bad news.
What is it?
My jamming of the alarm system is itself being jammed.
It's a classic double jam.
So the alarm is reactivated?
Sterling, get out of there!
Oh wait.
Now he's picking up a rock.
Yep, he's throwing the rock.
He almost at that security camera.
And now I'm waving at it.
Cheerio.
For once I feel comfortable saying that wasn't me.
Run, you dimwits!
Ciril, you were supposed to watch the streets, not
your goddamn candy bar.
I was.
And I didn't.
I put the candy bar away.
It was a really big moment.
Thanks to you, our next big moment is British jail,
which is probably pretty nice.
This day was going so--
Characteristically unwell?
Ouch!
Did that hurt?
Get the suitcase, asshole.
Right, yeah.
Of course.
Mission update.
We failed.
And Lana got punched by some sort of magician.
A suspect has been identified in the late night break
in at number 10 Downing Street.
Darling, did you have to look straight on?
Like his profile is any better.
Malory, please.
It was a mistake any of us could have made.
Some speculate that the burglar
is American due to the American candy
wrapper found at the scene.
If the US government is involved,
it would mark the first hostile exchange
between the two countries since the War of 1812.
Does this count as flashy?