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.