A Delta Force guy with a ski mask runs in to extract Henry. They run through the building in slow mo, DF man shooting all thugs who dare get in their path. Henry is really unhappy about this whole thing, but he's going with it because he doesn't want to die.

They rush into an SUV outside, and the DF man pulls off his mask to reveal himself as Tom, a.k.a. Mike O'Malley. Henry's mind explodes at this. "Tom?!" "Where are we? [At the passing street signs] Is that Russian?! Are we in Russia?!" All Tom gives him is a very annoyed, "My name's not Tom!" He explains that his name is not Tom, it is Raymond. Then he switches gears in less than a second and calls Tom's wife, all boring suburban husband-sounding, explaining that his business trip has to be extended. I would postulate that maybe he was once in Henry's position, and that Tom is a fake personality like Henry is, but Raymond's just being so damned insensitive to Henry that I don't think that's the case. Time will tell, if this thing doesn't get canceled. They get out and transfer to a Russian jalopy, and Raymond puts Henry in a secret compartment underneath the truck bed's floorboards. He quiets Henry's fears by explaining that if anything happens to him, Henry will agonizingly suffocate and die in there. Henry doesn't need a spy; he needs a bartender.

Back in L.A., Henry and Raymond get into that elevator again, and Henry is shown into Alfre Woodard's office. He's asking a million questions about what's going on, who Edward is, etc. She explains that they used science (the explanation is literally about as technical as that) to create a split personality in Edward, who volunteered for the program, and that Henry was only created 19 years ago. Henry is even sadder than he was before. Commercials!

Alfre Woodard is showing Henry around Edward's sweet spy pad, because Henry's wife isn't expecting him until tomorrow. The loft is huge and minimalist, and clearly decorated with whatever the expensive version of Ikea is.

Nighttime in the spy pad. Henry calls his wife to confirm that the way they met did indeed happen. She confirms it did. He seems somewhat comforted by this, but now it's time to drink Edward's liquor and go through his stuff! Henry peruses Edward's anal-retentive closet full of black suits, proclaiming, "What a dick." Double hee. He gets a little drunker and decides to play Edward's piano and shout things from the show promos incoherently. He turns on Edward's massive projection screen TV to watch baseball (they both love baseball!), but accidentally opens up the secret spy closet hidden behind it. (Note to Edward: When trying to keep your spy shit secret, maybe you don't put the button that opens it on your TV remote.) Inside, Henry finds a bunch of guns and a box basically containing Edward's life story: his dog tags, newspaper clippings documenting his parents' tragic death in a car crash, his glorious high school football career, photos of him in what looks like Desert Storm, and The Medal of Honor. Henry is impressed and still completely freaked out. Then he spies Edward's car keys and is all like, "Let's roll!"