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Two Americanos, please.

- Ah-ha. - Hey?

I should put his face through the pastry counter.

Just Ignore it.

If they knew you spoke Arabic, it'd raise suspicions,

then we'd have to find a new coffee place.

- And the coffee here is amazing. - Fine.

- Guess we're finding a new coffee place. - Worth it.

InSecurity S02E03 The Spy Whisperer

One of the nation's biggest radicals

gets his girlfriend to drive him everywhere.

Zarabieh keeps failing his driver's test.

He gets nervous parallel parking.

Ah, who doesn't?

Hah.

Um, any chance those cherries make it this way?

Keep snapping. This is my lunch.

- Oh. That's kind of sad. - Mm, no.

Sad was my breakfast of leftover movie theatre popcorn.

Who's that on the left?

Kula Al-Karam. He's a potential bankroller.

Oh!

- What? - My tooth.

So, earlier today

the Jihad Brotherhood met with Kula Al-Karam.

Hold on. I... I can't understand what you're saying.

My took is broken. Cherry pit.

Might have been worn down by some popcorn kernels.

Well, get that taken care of. We need you functioning at 100%.

Kula Al-Karam has enough financial muscle

to turn the Jihad Brotherhood into something scary.

I thought you couldn't understand what I was saying.

I was just joking around.

I know you see me as a starched collar,

brass tacks, show me the money kinda guy, but,

you know, there's lot of nooks and crannies to Peter McNeil.

Claude, I need you to take Alex to the dentist.

Make sure she gets that winning smile fixed up.

She's my star player. I need her back in the game.

What, you don't think I have a winning smile?

He lays it on thick.

Oh, come on, it's Peter. He's harmless.

I don't trust a guy who uses a change purse.

How do you know that?

I saw it, when I took these painkillers from his office.

Hey, these pills are blue.

- And it's your name's on the... - Give me those.

Oh.

- Here, that. - Ooh.

Sweet crown, if I do say so myself.

Her mouth and I just clicked. It doesn't always happen.

It's good to enjoy your work.

Bath foam. Pass the bath foam.

The anaesthetic should wear off in about half an hour.

- Ah. - Are those rose petals for me?

Peter.

Oh, Peter.

- Here's a scrip for the codeine. - Hm?

I like your voice, Peter.

So smooth, so sexy.

- This is normal. - Not really.

Whisper my name, Peter.

Whisper my name.

Um, and just for the record, I'm not Peter.

11:32, Walid, possible member of the Jihad Brotherhood,

reads the horoscope.

We don't need to know what sections of the newspaper he likes.

It might be interesting to know what sign of the zodiac he is.

Maybe it's interesting to the fools who believe in that voodoo.

Uh-oh, sounds like we got a Virgo on our hands.

When's your birthday, Mr. Skeptical?

- I don't know. - What?

I usually say June 19th, the day Ligeria beat Norway

in the World Cup quarter-finals,

- That's terrible. - No, it was great.

The whole country was drunk for weeks.

No, I mean not knowing when your birthday is.

Do you even know what year?

Yes. 1970-something.

I don't get hung up on dates.

But it's your birthday. It means something.

I share mine with Voltaire, Harold Ramis,

and Bjork.

And that's not just a great icebreaker.

It also gives me loads of inspiration.

Hey, Walid's packing a lot of air freshener.

Kind of excessive for a single guy with no pets.

You might wanna make a note about that.

Keep it confidential, you know?

Claude, did I say something while I was under?

What? No, no, no, no. No, why?

I tend to talk in my sleep. When I had my wisdom teeth out,

apparently I screamed that my sister's boobs were fake.

It's... no, no, you didn't say that.

So I did say something. Was it code names, case details?

Let's get back to your sister's boobs.

Don't make me pull out the polygraph.

- You talked about Peter. - Did I call him a jerk?

Did I call him something worse than a jerk?

No, no, you... you talked about his voice.

- What do you mean? - You said it was sexy and smooth.

I think you probably misheard me.

No, no, no.

No, then you said, uh, "Whisper my name, Peter.

Whisper my name. "

And after that, it got a little dirty.

Yes, it's here.

Nice.

N'udu. Everyone, gather around.

For the last time, people,

I did not set that chicken loose in the fitness room.

No. I tracked down your birth certificate.

Yeah, I pulled some strings with my friends

down at the Department of Documents and Records.

My actual birthday is October 29th.

The same day Sir Walter Raleigh was beheaded for treason.

I have a Famous Treasons desk calendar.

Blame my Secret Santa.

- I didn't know what you wanted. Wait.

It says here I was born in 1954.

That can't be.

I'm 57?

Okay, you can't be 57.

You're older than my dad.

Somebody get this man a golf cart and some angry opinions.

Hey, N'udu, Aqua-fit, 8:30. See you there.

I just lost 20 years of my life.

N'udu, don't put too much stock in this.

People say a lot of things that aren't true.

My contact assured me the documents are legit.

My life has vanished.

Hey, JoJo, is it possible for people to say

completely random things under anaesthetic?

No. It always reveals a hidden truth in their subconscious.

Who blabbed?

Um, no, it's not that. I have this friend

- who... - Oh.

This is a personal conversation?

You're right, I shouldn't be bothering you with this.

No, it's fine.

Let's give it a try.

- We're past the awkward phase now. - Okay.

Um,

Apparently I told the dentist I find Peter's voice sexy

and that I want him to whisper my name

in a bathtub filled with rose petals.

- Still in the awkward phase. - Sorry, this was a mistake.

No, it's fine.

Too late to apologize, anyway.

I say listen to your heart, or whatever body part is in charge.

- Go for Peter. - No, it's not like that.

I must just be attracted to the pitch of his voice or something.

Isn't there some kind of ear canal pheromone thing going on?

Something's going on and it ain't science.

Think about Peter's voice as a sexual bullet.

Now what's pulling the trigger?

Nothing! There's no sexual bullet.

That's not what you're telling your dentist.

No. It's random. I gotta go.

By the way, you are a terrible confidante.

Well, the bad news is that multiple sources

have confirmed that you are definitely 57.

But the good news is that Debbie in Documents

feels really bad for you.

Wow, that didn't come out like good news, did it?

When my father was 57, he had already put three children

through university, built his dream house,

and assassinated two despots.

He was bald though, right? You've got your hair.

I can't believe all the time I've wasted working

and being a political prisoner.

All I have to show for it is this 57-year-old unfulfilled body.

Come on. You're in great shape.

Think of how fit you'll be in your Ironman age category.

And your resting heart rate is amazing for a man nearing his 60s.

You're in better shape than I am and I'm half your age.

Oh my God, I'm half your age.

Please, let go of my wrist.

Oh, uh, you should start a bucket list.

Don't listen to Claude.

He's just jealous because you're a year older than him.

Claude. JoJo.

- Alex. - Peter.

Good shake.

Good collegial eye contact.

Oh, okay.

So what's the update on the Jihad Brotherhood?

Well, professionally speaking, and nothing more,

JoJo has done a chemical analysis.

There's reason to believe that a nerve agent

will be developed and deployed.

It looks like they're using the 1994 attack in Tokyo as possible inspiration.

Oh. Sorry.

Nothing wrong with two colleagues accidentally touching,

resulting in an honest apology.

Just know you have full authority

- to exhaust surveillance resources. - Actually,

I don't want the bullpen to know the full extent of this.

Could you speak a more softly, uh, maybe a little closer?

Also, we can tap the RCMP for more staff.