My Spy: The Eternal City

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.

Step one: finding them.

Step two: acquire and neutralize.

Step three: 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,