It's daytime and Steven drives alone in his vintage roadster. He rides an elevator up to Mr. Shaw's office and starts laying down conditions for his return before Major Dad can open the door more than halfway. "Despite your tone, I will help you find Leo Nash, but only under specific conditions, the most important of which is that my wife can never know about my involvement. Ever. You understand?" Shaw opens the door all the way to reveal Samantha. Steven is sleeping on the secret agent couch tonight... which I guess is a submarine or something. Steven: "Hey, honey. Hey." Sam: "My wife can never know?" Steven would've told her at Christmas, apparently. Shaw already appears exhausted and asks if they're in or not. Please say no, please say no, please say no... They say they're in. Curses!

Back at The Undercovers Kitchen, the Blooms pore over secret documents in their little office which overlooks the kitchen proper and, you know... has walls made out of glass so everyone can see them poring over secret documents. No leads on Leo. What did they know about him? Without any leads, Sam can only come up with her personal knowledge that Nash had a safe house in Madrid. Steven lets his curiosity get the best of him and asks Sam how many operations she went on with Nash. The first question about their formerly exclusive pasts prompts Sam to ask if they're really going to do this. They wonder together if they can do this, the thing they agreed to walk away from five years ago so they could lead a normal life. "Maybe our normal life could use some excitement," Steven points out. True Lies! True Lies! They agree that they'll do this one operation in the name of finding their friend.

Shaw drives in his sedan and gets a call on his Bluetooth headset. Good Major Dad. Teach those values. Hands-free driving is the law in some states and saves lives. The Blooms are on the other end, making demands. They need a flight to Madrid and a field agent working the background for them. Done and done, says Shaw. The Blooms are visibly excited. Shaw deadpans, "I'm tingling," hangs up and dials someone else. The voice on the other end asks, "Do they seem to have any indication why they're really being reactivated?" Shaw: "None whatsoever." He hangs up. Keeping secrets: totally what a secret agent would do.