Days later, Rocky's back in his car, about to make "the drop." The National Spy Players are gathered in Cheese's office. "What's in the file now?" asks Billy. "Everything that ties Hernandez to the plot should be in Castro's hands by tonight," says Cheese. Jeanie wants to know if they can trust the guy picking up the file. "The President called Castro personally," says Cheese. "He's expecting this." "Navarro knew me," says Billy. "He knew me." "He knew your brother," says Patton portentously.
Hacker Designs, Inc. Miles returns from the ex's funeral. Paige wants to know how it went. "Well, it's a great day for world peace," responds Miles. "Castro's safe and the evil ex is dead and buried in the ground. I spoke." "Really?" says Paige. "Yes. I gave a lovely speech about the challenges we face as we grow old, when those around us start to fade. The ex-wife, Fidel Castro; I don't know who I'll miss more." What? What the hell is he talking about? Yeah, I don't know what he's talking about either.
In what I'm assuming will soon be known as the official CIA Bar, Jeanie asks Billy how it went with the cops. "No one likes to get handed a body," he responds. That's not entirely true, Billy. Some people really enjoy being handed a body. Especially when it's a body that resembles that of Ewan McGregor. "You okay?" she asks. "I will be," he says. "I'm glad you're back, Matt," she says, flickering her long lashes in his direction. "Just checkin' up on my brother's girl," he says, looking forward to the day when Jeanie will be completely over his dead brother and he can commence knockin' da boots with her big time. Jeanie says she misses Eric, and that he'd be really proud of Billy for how great a job he did this past week. "Well," says Billy, checking out her butt, "every day we're not in the news is a day we've won." "Right," she says, checking out his package and hoping he doesn't talk this much when they're doing it. They clink glasses, and Billy suddenly notices that Patton's slumped at a table over yonder. He makes his way over to Patton.
"Hey, buddy," says Billy. Patton blearily looks up at him. "You'd question an order some day, wouldn't you?" Patton asks. "Right now, I'm questioning everything." "Come on, Jackson," Billy says. "I'm gonna put you in a cab."
Outside, Billy shuts the cab door and Patton drunkenly leans his head out the window. "You gonna be all right?" Billy asks with a smile. "Your brother didn't have to die," intones Patton as the cab speeds off. Billy stares off after the cab as the Capitol looms in the distance.