Oh my, we have another "previously" segment. Jake Foley, IT nerd, crushing out on blonde Sarah, gets infected with nanites (nanotechnology, for you real nerds out there). The nanites enhance his body functions and allow him to interface wirelessly with technology. And every body function is enhanced? Ooh. Agent, boss-lady, creates a special ops team with Jake at the core. So, IT guy to spy, thanks to nanites. Pretty much the same "previously" as last week, but whatever. Thanks for the info.
We open with one of those very cool changing POV shots. First, a satellite orbiting the earth; then we zoom down away from it and through the earth's atmosphere and land on a city street. Jake runs down the yellow line in the middle of the road. He's sweaty and disheveled, mmm. I know he isn't leaving my house, because no man ever runs from there. Usually I have to kick them out; then they walk slowly away. So Jake must be running to somewhere. But where? A yellow Mustang exits a garage, and Jake neatly leapfrogs it a la Wonder Woman. The two punk rockers in the car stare, wide-eyed. See? I knew this show was trying to reach punk rocker types! Except tribal neck tattoos are not the coolest. Jake, after clearing the car, looks at the dumbfounded rockers and nods agreeably. God, he's adorable.
Jake runs and runs, then -- mee mee mee mee mee! -- he uses the nanites to change the crosswalk sign to work in his favor. Very cool. Then more running; then he arrives at the library and casually greets Sarah. What a coincidence! He was just going to study some case law! Whee, isn't it fun to randomly run into a friend! Sarah tells him he won't get anywhere with his work today, since it's Sunday and the library is closing. Aww! What a bummer! Oh, well. Maybe, you wanna grab some coffee? Oh, that rapscallion Jake.
Jake and Sarah cool their heels at an outdoor cafe that looks like an office building's concrete recess area. It's not terribly atmospheric. But then again, they are in fake D.C. For the second time in three episodes, they're talking about how drunk they used to get in college. Pretty cute, for amateurs. My latest "got too drunk" story (circa 2003! Email me if you want to hear it!) involves red peppers, a Grammy party, and too much Belvedere. But that's cool, they're semi-straight now. Someone's got to be. For the kids. Anyway. Jake, drinking My First Tequila by PlaySkool, got smashed and barfed in the Lincoln Memorial. All over Abe's shoes, to be precise. That's pretty classic. Iconic, even. Sarah laughs and says, "We've grown up since then. Especially you. You seem more confident lately...you're just different." Psst. It's the nanites. Jake takes in the compliment, warms a bit, then says he's been working out. Sarah says, straight-faced, "I can't tell." Heh. Not. She's kidding. Jake says, "So you can tell?" Ehh. "Not really." Who doesn't love a ball-busting blonde? Me, for one.