The Russians walk together, with their dirty bomb and detonator, towards whatever happy ending they imagine will come after a nuclear holocaust. The yellow muscle car, raining sparks, arrives. Agent Fox Part the Second hops out and says to Subjectovitch, "We're getting too old for this." She asks if they offered him more money. He says, "I wish." Subjectovitch closes her eyes and winces. She presses the detonator, and...nothing happens. Agent Fox Part the Second says, "Boom." Oh, so he delivered the bomb-building big-booby waitress, but she was prepped to build the dirty bomb improperly! Because that would make the Russians really, really unsatisfied. It's like spanking them! Spanking them like Reagan did! Suck on my jelly beans, Commie! Oy. And as for the big-booby waitress, she gets the yellow muscle car, the suitcase full of cash, and Agent Fox Part the Second's phone number. "It's in the glove box. It comes...standard." She winks and tilts her head, and oh boy. This is still a really fun episode, but a groaner none the less. The Man says to Leader, "The whole time, he was two steps ahead of us." Yeah. We know. Well, we know that now. But you didn't have to tell us twice. Leader says to Jake, "My office, 0700, tomorrow morning."

Morning on the NSA campus. Leader gives Jake a commendation from the Department Of Defense for dismantling a dirty bomb. She holds it up like it's some little kid's talentless finger-painting. Then she rips it up. "We have a problem, Jake. There's people upstairs that don't like the way you do things, and they would love to shut us down." So, can he start following fucking orders, please? NOW? Jake delivers a weepy speech to Leader ("I...respect you...but!") about being different from the other agents because he "wake[s] up every morning with millions of nanites inside" of him. And if he follows every rule, something is gonna give. Him! Into two parts! Or something like that!

Waterfront property. Jake hangs out with Dick, who gulps meds, says, "Thank you, son," to Jake, then says he could run faster than a Mercedes Coupe. The mischievous guitars start up again, and Jake is all, really? And Dick squints and chuckles, and as he walks away there's his Six Million Dollar Man signature noise, that chang-ang-ang-ang-ang! We hear that sound as we pull back up through the atmosphere to the forever orbiting satellite, and it's just so meta I can't even stand it.