We're going to be spending a lot of time looking at a particular downtown Miami skyscraper this week, a glass behemoth marked by a giant parabola on the front. Apparently, that's where Spencer works. At a sidewalk café across the street from there, we meet Michael and Sam, who are sitting with Spencer and working on adapting his paranoid fantasies into a real situation they can do something about. The actual backstory, translated into not-crazy: Stone Kittredge, Spencer's employer, provides communications between American embassies. That included developing a code called Zydeco. "You think somebody there is intercepting these encrypted e-mails and selling the names of American spies?" Sam asks. Spencer says that's about it, only his version has more aliens. He also dismisses Sam's theory, that someone outside the company cracked the code, as absurd. "Like 'someone's sending me messages through the Penny Saver' absurd?" Sam wonders. No, like cracking a 4K code absurd. Which I assume is 125 times stronger than the 32-bit encryption I keep hearing about. I won't say where. Just then Spencer kind of freaks, because he recognizes an ice blond in a black suit who just walked out of Parabola Towers across from them. That's Shannon Park, whose team created Zydeco. He thinks she kept a copy for herself, and he also knows she has access to embassy e-mails. "She's a murderer and a traitor," Spencer insists. Good enough for the subtitles, who jump on board and say that she is in fact "Shannon Park -- Murderer, Traitor." "You can see how she takes our form, but I swear, she's an alien," Spencer adds. "Probably Not An Alien," the subtitles add. Nice to know they have some limits. "Let's stick to Earth problems," Michael suggests. Which means looking at Shannon's files. When Spencer says that's impossible, Sam explains they'll do it by entering her office, planting a keystroke-tracking device, and coming back the next day for the e-mails and the code. Spencer laughs at Sam and says she's an advanced being, way out of Sam's league. Sam turns the question around on him: "Is she out of your league?" Well, duh, Sam. That's why he came to Michael.

Later, or maybe the next day, or who knows when, Michael's back undercover, in a suit with no tie. Nobody notices the fact that when he presents himself at the reception desk, it's at the same time Spencer's arriving for work. Michael introduces himself as Jeremy Dresner from IT and Consulting, and demands a visitor's badge. As he wanders around the office cockily, he VOs, "In medieval Europe, spies used to pose as lepers and plague victims so they could snoop around without being bothered. In today's corporate office, posing as IT works the same way." Whoa, I can't imagine there are a lot of IT people out there who would be flattered by that comparison. "It's the perfect cover if you need to linger without being bothered." Sure, as long as no one on the office has been getting persistent error messages. "And it gives you a pretext for talking to almost everyone." With that, he approaches Shannon Park outside her office, gives a fake introduction, and says he needs to talk to her about an internal audit. While he's got her thus distracted, Spencer sneaks into her office. It doesn't take him long to plug in a thumb drive and do some fast typing, which is good because it doesn't take Park much longer to blow Michael off, pretty rudely. Michael comes right back at her, just as rudely, because it's not like he needs to give a shit. After she reenters her office with a slam of the door, Michael asks her assistant for a bathroom key. "You're my hero," she whispers to him as she hands it over.