CIA Coffee Club. Billy's asking Patton about the car that was following him. Patton says it's a private investigator hired out of Arlington. Jeanie skitters up and announces that it's been discovered that someone's trying to sell the IRA a bomb. As they do the walk and talk, Jeanie surmises that this deal has Russian fingerprints all over it. The Patton Crew enters Bombardier Brie's office, all ready to confront him with this new info, and they're greeted by Dmitry himself. Jeanie tries to fill Cheddar in on the details, but he doesn't want to hear them and instead announces that from now on, the CIA is cooperating fully with the Russians. Dmitry's going to be their point man in the Russian Embassy. "And who will be their point man?" Patton wants to know. "Why you, [Patton]," says Babybel. "You."
Oooh, that sent shivers up my spine. Oh, wait. I forgot to close the kitchen window. My bad.
And now, to the truly trivial portion of the show...
Hacker Designs, Inc. Paige is over at some filing cabinet while Miles questions her about the car that was following her and Billy the previous evening. Then Miles sort of paces back and forth in front of Paige's desk, cross-examining her about Billy's presence at her apartment. Miles goes on to say something about his first post-divorce encounter, Paige totally denies that she and Billy were doin' the nas-tay all night, Miles keeps on insinuating that they were, Paige continues to deny it and continues to get all flustered, thereby negating her denials -- a sort of non-denial denial, if you will. It's an intensely stupid scene, manufactured to make us think that it's entirely possible that Paige and Billy are going to embark upon a hot and steamy mid-season romance. We all know this isn't true. How do we know this? Three reasons: 1) no woman, anywhere, would find Billy even remotely attractive, 2) there will be no mid-season ANYTHING, and 3) I don't care.
That being said, Miles was pretty damn funny in this scene. The man rocks. The pseudo-sexual-innuendo bantering disappears as soon as Miles holds up what looks like a picture of a shoe tread. Actually, when I first saw it, I was so busy plucking olives out of the jar that I didn't even notice what it was; it wasn't until the next scene that it became clear to me. And even then I couldn't have cared less and continued to pierce olive after olive and shovel them into my gaping maw.
That same day, Patton has a so-not-clandestine-middle-of-the-park-with-briefcases-out-and-secret-documents-flapping meeting with Dmitry. They exchange files. Patton wants more. He always wants more. He's a naughty bunny. Bad bunny! Greedy bunny! Yeah, I know; too much porn. I think I need to go take a shower or something.