Continuing, Shaw explains to Steven that Black Swan is the operation to capture the dangerous and at-large Alexander Slotsky (affectionately called "Schlotzsky's" by me). Nash was heading up this operation and was very close to making a collar before he failed to make a scheduled meet. Steven thinks Nash simply went on a bender since it completely fits his personality to do so and go missing. Before the Blooms can outright decline the assignment, Shaw begins packing up and gives a speech about how he should've known better than to expect the help of two people who abandoned the opportunity to serve their country. Hey now. Hurtful. Steven takes exception to Shaw's tone and the lecture about patriotism. Shaw makes it personal. He heard about how they "had difficulty maintaining a relationship while remaining separate field agents." He continues on, "...My heart broke for you. You deserted the rest of us. And so now it's the job of a career agent to beg two caterers to help with national security." We slowly zoom in on Major Dad's face. "Well you know what? I've got difficulty with that. But I did it, didn't I?" He slams the door behind him. Boom.

We're outdoors at night with children running around. The Blooms are working a wedding. Samantha figures they might get out of there early. Steven looks longingly over at the newlywed couple on the dance floor. Is that Chan and Finklestein? These two are so enigmatic. I want to know more about Chan and Finklestein. J.J. Abrams, you tease! Will they hyphenate? I have to know! The Undercovers look on and ponder when was the last time they danced together. They danced the whole night at their wedding at which Leo Nash was in attendance, apparently drunk the whole night. Undercover banter ensues -- Sam: "Remember Leo that night?" Steven: "Drunk with sunglasses on?" Sam: "Half the night." Steven: "Well sunglasses half the night, drunk the whole night." Sam: "...That toast he gave." Steven: "Still don't understand it." Sam: "It was sweet." Steven: "It was rambling. Erratic. Just completely ridiculous." Sam: "A lot like Leo." I'm dizzy. This is going to happen a lot, isn't it?

At home in the terribly mundane house of The Undercovers, the two get ready for bed. Sam's indulging in some peanut butter straight out of the jar while Steven brushes his teeth, pausing for a moment of self-reflection in the mirror. Get it? Mirror? You're too young. They hop into bed together. Steven rolls over to spoon Sam and asks if she feels like it. You know... it. Samantha does, but has to decline tonight, citing exhaustion. They agree to make a go of it tomorrow night and roll over to face opposite directions. I dig how realistically this all went down. Guy wants it. Girl says no. OK, bye! We have a shot of each partner's face as they ponder their stagnation and standing offer of secret agent intrigue. The only thing that could lay this on any thicker would be if they had True Lies playing on the TV in the background. Espionage saves marriages.