Ilsa waits in an alleyway and remembers how Hector Lonzo attacked her in her own apartment, and she was forced to kill him with his own gun before Chance could arrive. Finally her guest arrives: Connie Pucci, her sister-in-law. She notes that Ilsa hasn't contacted her in a year and then hugs her. They go inside to the agency, and Ilsa explains that they met in the alleyway for security reasons. Connie is the Chairman of the Board of the Pucci Foundation and there to check out her team. Connie figures that Ilsa has been hiding the team, but Ilsa insists that they’re professionals... until they discover Guerrero shooting at Chance to test his new body armor. As Ilsa protests, Winston comes in and Ilsa introduces Connie. She explains that Connie is treating her to the opera. Guerrero is impressed, and Ilsa quickly takes Connie to her office. As she goes, Winston asks if she'll need a security escort, and Ilsa explains that she thought someone was following her. She tells Winston that she was imagining things, and assures him that Patrick, Connie's bodyguard, can protect them...Read the full recap
A poster for the Seattle Improv group's Rent
parody, Lease the Musical
, can be seen as the terrorist takes Chance out of the theater.
Right up to air time, this episode was scheduled for 8/7, on Wednesday, January 12, 2011. However, it was bumped at the last minute for Raising Hope and the Tucson Memorial Service.
Christopher: Okay, shoot me.
Ilsa: Dear God!
Christopher: What are you doing here?
Ilsa: What am I doing here? What are you doing?
Christopher: Just got some new body armor in the mail, want to try out.
Ilsa: Try it out? Here?
Christopher: Well we can't do it outside. There's... you know, kids and stuff.
Guerrero: Dude, we going to do this or what?
Christopher: Yeah, let's go.
Ilsa: Why in God's name are you here?
Christopher: Same reason you're here, to see the show. Guerrero says it's fantastic.
Ilsa: You know La Traviata?
Guerrero: Well, I'm not going to lie. If I have to sit through this baroque stuff, I'd much prefer Rossini.
Ilsa: Come on, Mr. Chance, why are really here? I want the truth this time.
Christopher: I told you. I'm here to see La Tortellini.
Ilsa: That's a type of pasta.
Christopher: Is it?
Connie Pucci: Ilsa, what's he going to do? I don't like this.
Ilsa: Relax, Connie.
Connie Pucci: You saw what they did to Patrick.
Ilsa: You're about to see why I hired this man, why he's in a class of his own, and why no one, and I mean no one, can do what he does. Isn't that right, Guerrero?
Guerrero: Oh yeah.
Connie Pucci: Why, what's he going to do?
Guerrero: He's going to puke.
Ilsa: Good lord.
Connie Pucci: I wish to God someone would explain to me what's going on.
Guerrero: Well, you know how some people have perfect pitch? Others can see well at night. Well, Chance can vomit on cue.
Christopher: (over the radio) Winston, you with me?
Winston: I've been listening to you heave for the last ten minutes. Why would I go anywhere?
Connie Pucci: We're being held by armed thugs. Why wouldn't I call the police?
Guerrero: Hey, it's okay. We all make mistakes.
Christopher: She stays.
Guerrero: Have a seat, boss.
Connie Pucci: Is he serious?
Guerrero: I'm missing the opera right now. You don't want to test me. Sit down. (cocks gun)
Ilsa: Can we please stop worrying about me for a change?
Christopher: Do you have any experience picking locks, by any chance?
Ilsa: If I say yes, would it at least make you feel better?
Christopher: Okay, listen, folks, it's going to be really hard for me to tell who I'm supposed to be fighting. So if you could do me a huge favor, just raise your hand if you're a terrorist.